Time flies swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, a century has passed.
A century later, outside Jinling, in the Qinhuai.
Qinhuai, that is, the Qinling Mountain Range and the Huai River, this mountain and water form the South-North boundary and create a natural barrier, solidifying strategic passes, known as a battleground of the Central Plains.
Throughout dynasties, those at odds from the South and North often faced off across the banks of Qinhuai.
Even now is no exception; the two new dynasties of Wei and Zhou face off here, for a hundred years, still in a stalemate.
It's like...
"Smoke envelops the cold water, the moon shrouds the sands, at night, anchoring by Qinhuai, near a tavern."
"The merchant girl knows not the sorrow of a fallen nation; across the river, she sings of the rear courtyard flower."
