If anything should be recorded in history, then regaining lost lands must be among them.
The young emperor Zhao Xing was drunk. He lay slouched on the platform of the palace in Beiping City. The liveliness of the evening banquet surpassed that of his coronation day. The ministers and citizens shouted "Long live" in unison. Those scholars who usually liked to chatter and criticize were crying as they documented his biography. When the brilliant fireworks bloomed in the night sky, Zhao Xing couldn't help himself and cried out again.
"Grand Chancellor... Grand Chancellor... I succeeded, I succeeded... The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun are right beneath my feet."
