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In the second year of the Jingtai era, the old good man Zhu Qizhen was guarding the South Palace with eyes that seemed to pierce through walls. In the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Qiyu sat upright on the throne, full of vigor and spirit. The beautiful Empress Qian had become a frail old woman, while Wan Zhen''er, who had once been favored in all six palaces, still looked like a peach blossom with a slender face.This was the second year after the Ming dynasty''s disastrous defeat. It was also during this time that the defense of the capital city had just been won, and the blood of the eunuch Wang Zhen had not yet dried. Yang Dashou, a scholar from the Hongwu Temple, returned to the capital with a bold heart, and Yu Shao, who had just begun to show his mettle, wielded his brush like a sword.This was an era that had just experienced chaos, but also an era full of opportunities. At the same time, a man who had lived for two lifetimes suddenly appeared, crossing over from thousands of years ago without warning. The wind rose, rippling the spring waters. The gentle rain in Shuntian Prefecture dampened the tips of the girls'' shoes, and whose hand was ringing the bell in the Teaching Office? A scholar on the Yangliu shore sang loudly as he walked, but who had plucked the pipa and reddened the banana leaves?