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You do the L.G.D. proud, superintendent.

Why are you assisting the Grand Commandant's plot? What do you plan to do with Wei Yenwu? Or have you already joined forces with him?

Plot?

You may have been an excellent officer of the law, Lady Ch'en, but it is not your place to intervene in matters of national interest.

I've been to places and seen things. There's no need for grandiose words.

If your plot is indeed in the interest of the nation, you should feel no shame in saying it out loud.

Only those involved in political squabbles would keep bringing up 'national interest' when questioned, beating around the bush and deflecting the question.

You should be careful with your words, Lady Ch'en. The matters of state are complex and interconnected, and it is not unusual for officials to have differing views. Your words insult all who serve the state.

For a thousand years, the Sui Regulator has had one mission, and one alone—to do what is best for Yan in matters pertaining to Feranmuts. Nothing else matters to us.

Even if the Grand Commandant's actions are indeed drastic, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. The use of the writing knife does not constitute treason.

Then what is he planning—

At this point, I doubt this damned old Elf is gonna talk, so I'll do the talking for her.

Just as I suspected—the Grand Commandant wants to rewrite history with the writing knife and completely eliminate the bestial Sui. The price is the True Lung's life.

But why... what does the True Lung's life have to do with destroying a Feranmut?

We were just talking about it, before we were interrupted... a thousand years ago, the grandmaster discovered a piece of Originium that he presented to the True Lung as a weapon that can end the Great Hunt.

Realizing its importance, the True Lung had his Fangshi perform a ritual that linked it to True Lung's bloodline.

Henceforth, the power of the Originium may only be harnessed by the reigning True Lung.

That True Lung had a bit of a conscience, at least, and he set a condition in the ritual, probably to prevent his descendants from abusing it—

The full power of the Originium can only be unleashed by sacrificing the life of the True Lung. Hence it was given the name Bu Fan—'No Rebellion'.

But does the True Lung's life to be sacrificed really have to be the emperor's? Why did the Grand Commandant go to such painstaking lengths to obtain this writing knife, if his goal was merely a coup?

You mean... the Grand Commandant wants to use the writing knife to change the record of who the current True Lung is?!

'The Grand Preceptor incited the prince to regicide.'

What is the truth of what happened that night? Who sent the Yulin Guard away? Who actually entered the emperor's chambers? These things are not specified in the records...

Therefore, the records of what happened that night can still be rewritten using the writing knife.

If the history books and Bu Fan recognize Lord Wei as the reigning True Lung, then the life of the True Lung obviously refers to Lord Wei's life.

I had thought that you were young, and that though you may have strayed from the righteous path, you should be given the chance to right your wrongs.

Regrettably, it seems I cannot allow you to live.

Not putting on a show of honesty and uprightness anymore, are we?

Supervisor!

Hand over the token, Zuo Le! Whatever happens after that is none of your concern!

If what Mo Yi says is true... then I voice my dissent to your methods, Supervisor.

I cannot comply.

I don't want to damage the Sky Mirror Pavilion... don't make me do this.

You're talking to the wrong person. I have the token—

Ch'en's vision is obstructed by several maple leaves. The lamplight sways slightly.

Ch'en steps back and prepares to engage, only for Mo Yi to step forward and block Chun's attack.

So the Supervisor of the Sui Regulator is not above sneak attacks... like a thief.

One can be subtle and reserved with words, but action must be decisive and without hesitation. It is as true in weiqi as it is with all things in life.

Supervisor...

I have read about the writing knife in the past. In Jie's hands, it can indeed alter history and greatly influence events.

But we are not proxies. Our tampered historical records will never endure for long!

An instant is all it takes to activate Bu Fan.

Besides...

After this, there will no longer be a disgraced deposed crown prince in Yan, only a pure True Lung whose legitimacy is beyond question—is that right?

That is not the Sui Regulator's concern.

Since her death, Great Yan's history is already in tatters. One more change will hardly make a difference—

How can you be so sure that we cannot record history truthfully?

Ch'en Chao-ch'ien... Magistrate of Water for the Sky Mirror Pavilion.

I wanted to ask you as well, Supervisor...

For many years, you assisted Jie in compiling history in her office... why is it that you have now turned to tampering with history?

The records of Yan are classified into four parts: Classics, History, Philosophy, and Literature.

The divisions of History and Philosophy may seem distinct, but even the masterwork of the one venerated as the Saint of History was, merely the personal treatise within Philosophy.

Those who follow, modeling their brushes after his style, produce what is ultimately but the statement of a single house, and the House of Yan.

Those writings are no more than comments after the fact. The truth has long faded into the cracks of time.

How could you say that?

You must have read the Saint of History's notes. Despite imprisonment and torture, he always wrote the facts as they were and exposed injustice.

You must have read the history tomes of the Sky Mirror Pavilion, written by thousands of sages who poured their hearts and souls into them, striving to set the record straight, to weigh every word in judgment of right and wrong.

You must have heard of unofficial historians—meticulously investigating and analyzing their sources, coveting not the court's wealth and rank, but striving only to uphold justice for the common people.

I saw with my own eyes the elders of my family dying on white fields of snow because they wanted to write down the truth... nay, because they were honest to themselves!

These people, who wrote history with their own flesh and blood, who willingly became the flame to illuminate the truth even for a moment—

Who are they to you, Supervisor?

They are the writers.

True and false, right and wrong, these things always depend on the stance of the writer, rather than on what is actually right.

You ought to know—even with the revisions of countless esteemed scholars, the histories we read are still rife with embellishment, omissions and lies.

The ironic thing is... we could not even call such things 'evil'.

The curled leaves make a sharp sound against each other, questioningly, lamentingly.

Stand back, Ch'en Chao-ch'ien. You are neither Candleholder, nor Shanhaizhong, nor the niece of a deposed crown prince. This is not your fight.

I—

Did the Imperial Historical Cabinet truly take up responsibility for writing history after her passing? Did the Sky Mirror Pavilion truly fulfill its duty of righting the wrongs?

You are the descendant of historians. If you take up their mantle, can you truly guarantee that every word will be true for all eternity?

I...

No. You dare not shoulder this responsibility.

I know about you.

You wanted to change the Sky Mirror Pavilion's culture of obsession with the analysis of ancient history while neglecting recent history. That's why you took up a minor position at the Sky Mirror Pavilion, hoping to lead by example by studying your family's history.

Decades, centuries, millennia. How could you claim to speak for history, when you have not borne witness to time on the scale that she knew?

Stand back.

The maple leaves sharpen.

This time, no one saw what Chun did. All she did was wave her sleeve; the next instant, Ch'en Chao-ch'ien was lying unconscious on the floor.

Chao-ch'ien?!

Supervisor—

She's just unconscious. She'll wake up in a couple of hours. There is no need for her to sink any deeper into this mire. She's but an unfortunate ordinary woman. She shouldn't have to be like you... or like me.

I hear Elves live a long time.

We do.

You don't believe in history or in lasting justice in people's hearts... because the one who had walked side-by-side with you on the long road of time died because of you?

This question is not yours to ask, Ch'en Hui-chieh.

As an Elf, you don't know where you came from, whether there are any of your kind left, or whether there'll ever be a home for you—

My past, present and future belong to Yan.

And that involves tossing your fellows into the abyss?

Having her die in Wang's place was the appropriate decision under the circumstances! This is beyond all doubt!

Compiling history, recording the passage of time... have you any idea of the power of these 'years', the power of time?

'The beast walks with the generous earth.' She had gone one step further. Her power was rooted in words, and lived in history. As long as the records of Yan continued, her power would continue to grow without end.

If left unchecked, what sort of monster would be created in the end? It would be something even more powerful, even more terrible than Sui itself!

She was my mentor, my confidant, my friend. But I could not endanger Great Yan with my own selfish interests.

I've seen people like you... people who abandoned their friends, but long to see them again in dreams, in order to beg for forgiveness.

Head of the Sui Regulator, what would you do if there was a way to see her again?

I warn you, do not play games with the lives of millions for the fantasies of a madman!

Wang did not go into the Tomb of Sui for the sole purpose of eliminating Sui.

The object that he had you retrieve from the Garden of Grotesqueries surely has something to do with his deranged plans to bring the dead back to life.

I'm surprised... I thought you got along well with her when you were her Candleholder.

Isn't there a part of you, somewhere, that wants his plan to succeed?