Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 1 Wedges
This article is fictional and not factually based.
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In the fourth year of Guangshun, Mount Song.

The sky is so blue!

Yan Lizhuo raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Sir, we will reach Kaide Prefecture in two hours," said the coachman.

Yan Lizhuo looked at the long mountain road, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character. Yes, as long as he didn't reach the capital, he wouldn't be safe.

"Daddy! Eat the red date cake!" A little boy about five years old raised the red date cake in his hand to Yan Lizhuo's mouth, with a lot of crumbs on the corners of his mouth.

"Good Zhang'er, you eat it, daddy won't eat it." Yan Lizhuo bent down, wiped the corner of the child's mouth with a handkerchief, and said with a smile.

"Zhang'er, be good. When we get to Kaide Prefecture, ask your father to buy you lots of red date cakes. Just take a nap and we'll be there when you wake up." The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a graceful lady came out. She took the child into her arms and rubbed the child's furry head with her nose.

"Yinzhi, you've worked hard." Yan Lizhuo held the woman's hand, feeling a little guilty.

Bai Yinzhi smiled and shook her head, leaning her head on Yan Lizhuo's shoulder.

Birds in the distance were startled. Suddenly, a sharp sound of piercing the air was heard, and sharp arrows shot towards the carriage like meteors. With a "puff", the arrows deeply penetrated the carriage. Then, several men in black, swords raised, emerged from the surrounding woods like ghosts.

"Yinzhi, run!" Yan Lizhuo carried Zhang'er down from the carriage and handed her to Bai. But the knife was so fast, the sharp blade slashed and blood splattered. Zhang'er was stunned by this sudden change, still tightly clutching the half piece of red date cake.

Blood seeped into the red date cake, and a strong smell of blood filled the air. The red date cake fell to the ground, rolled in mud and sand, and was trampled into mud.

Suddenly, a man in black picked up Zhang'er and shoved him into the grass by the roadside. He placed his index finger on his lips, silencing him. The jade flute at the man's waist had fallen into the grass, and Zhang'er had pressed it under him, but he hadn't noticed. With a slash of his hand, Zhang'er felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground and looked at the sky through the leaves.

The sky is so blue!

(End of this chapter)