The treacherous courtier Li Zongxun met his absurd death atop the southern gate tower of Yecheng.
Death by a single arrow.
No last words.
The new dynasty established by Li Zongxun existed for merely three days. The imperial title, yet to be announced throughout the lands, perished amidst that day's blazing warfare and billowing smoke.
Yecheng fell.
The scoundrel was executed.
Dajin united as one.
The whole world was in uproar.
When Pei Jue led his troops into the city, the Southern City Tower sounded the horn thrice.
The somber horn wails, carried by the howling cold winds, added a touch of time-worn bleakness to the ancient city.
Bloodstains on the city walls were not yet dry, mottled and desolate.
The city's houses, temples, towers, and markets were eerily quiet.
