I am Han Shouliang, the last servant of the Zhou, orphan of the House of Han. Hidden in shadows for ten years,…
I am Han Shouliang, the last servant of the Zhou, orphan of the House of Han. Hidden in shadows for ten years, spying for the state, I called that loyalty. My father died for his old master, a worthy end to repay imperial grace, and I called that honor.
But the thief who stole the throne turned out to be no thief at all. The people love him, and history will rewrite itself to prove them right. Who can distinguish crime from merit?
The new dynasty shines like the midday sun, while I am the snow of a dying night. When the sun rises, the snow vanishes. Peace is coming, but where is my place?
"Do not cross that river," they said.
He crossed it all the same.
The river took him.
And what is there left to say?
If this peace of yours is real, what does that leave me?
Final Words of Han Shouliang