Chapter 492: The Emperor’s Fate
Blue skies and white clouds, green swallows over rice fields, and spiders spinning silk—these were the vibes of summer in Song You's memories.
The Daoist priest leaned on his bamboo staff, making his way up the mountain path.
Gradually, he reached the highest point of the official road.
Though not the mountain’s peak, it was already high enough. Below, a river flowed swiftly downstream.
Through mist and cloud, three mountains fade,
As though beyond the sky they're laid.
The rolling river, swift and wide,
Egret Island parts its tide.[1]
Where the currents rushed, foamy waves swirled, pure white and unbroken—truly resembling a thousand heaps of snow.
Song You couldn’t help but pause, turning to look.
The sunlight was dazzling, illuminating a magnificent scene. A strange sensation stirred within him. He turned his head back toward the road ahead.