In the depths of night, the Yangxin Hall [1] was incredibly still. Jiang Changbai availed herself of the dusky moonlight which seeped through the window to willfully take measure of this place which only the emperor could ever live in, and only felt that in the illusory ambiance of the mind, everything in the surroundings all fluttered, very unreal. In the light of the early morning, in order to survive in this upheaval, she had accomplished her own goal and painstaking scheme; yet at this moment, she simply sat within this room. And that dragon robe [2] she had longed for for who knew how long, simply calmly hung on a frame not far away. What circled through Jiang Changbai's mind was the words of Song Juguang from in broad daylight. "Bixia, it wasn't me who chose you, it was the heavens; from birth, you were meant to be the Great Li's emperor." From birth, you were meant to be the Great Li's emperor. These words, spoken from anyone else's mouth, would ...