The autumn arrived earlier at the Western border than it did in the capital; in the capital, there still remained some of the warmth of the summer, but the atmosphere of the Western border already carried the nip of chill. The grit was swept about by the whistling North wind, roiling over the endless steppes. Even the grasses with more tenacious life bowed their heads, the heavens pressed extremely low, as if about to pelt down at the very next moment. Though it was midday, the skies were still dim. There was only a few muddy, copper lights, which were cast upon the tents. The was the border between the Great Li and Shejin. With the years of disturbances by Shejin, the commoners who'd originally lived here had all already moved to places closer to the interior, and for dozens of years, it had been desolate and unpopulated. But since Jiang Changbai had ascended the throne, she'd sent troops to set up camp here, and gradually, some commoners who'd found it impossible to make ...