Emperor Shun Falling into the Enemy’s Hands

Pu Ban City, behind the Town Hall, in a sparse patch of woods, Emperor Shun sat on the ground with a wooden Chinese zither on his knees. Flicking the strings with his fingers, he played a beautiful melody which spread along a gentle gust of wind.

A faint cloud floated above the woods, and a drizzle was falling, wetting Emperor Shun's shirt which was made from a coarse cloth. Emperor Shun played the zither with a faint smile, without being affected by the drizzle at all.

Wulong Yao sat under a tree in front of Emperor Shun, clapping his hands rhythmically and slowly shaking his head while listening to the music. A while later, he abruptly opened his eyes and asked with a deep voice, "Aren't you really worrying about what's happening in Liang Zhu?"