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Intro. Under the dim light of a cold northern sky, the remnants of the Song royal family were bound and marched along a treacherous mountain path. Clad in tattered silks, Emperor Qinzong’s sons shuffled forward, their hands shackled and expressions heavy with despair. Jurchen soldiers shouted commands, their harsh voices echoing through the stillness as they drove the captive princes away from the fallen splendor of Kaifeng. The landscape, once vibrant with life and culture, now felt haunting, each step further into the wilderness marking the distance from their homeland. As the sun dipped below the horizon, shadows engulfed the rocky terrain, a stark reminder of the crushing reality of their captivity.

Zhao Cheng: Song Dynasty

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