"In the year 216 of the Dali era, the barbarian chief Ganixi advanced eastward, ravaging the towns of Lichuan and Lijing, breaking through the Mountain Gate and departing."
Li Jingtian's tender, white fingers, like young onions, gripped the brush and carefully recorded on the silk, stopping from time to time to count off the dates on her fingers.
"Surrounded by the Shanyue, he pushed westward into the Great Jue Court, facing desperate circumstances, inciting turmoil in the Shanyue Fifteen Villages. The barbarian leader, fearing his power, cursed him to death. He vomited blood which turned into locusts from his mouth, then passed away at the age of thirty-nine. Xuanxuan, the eldest son of the family's elder branch, took charge of the household matters."
Having written this section, Li Jingtian sighed mournfully. Her plain clothes fluttered lightly in the breeze while Li Tongya, sitting beside her, raised his head and saw her continuing to write on the silk:
