Wei Zhen dreamed of weeping at midnight, Zhang Jin grieved by daybreak's cries.
Lamentable women, three thousand released from the palace, death-row prisoners, four hundred returning to settle their final affairs.
Clipping beards, burning medicine for meritorious officials, Li Ji sobbed, contemplating suicide.
Mouth bloody, sucking wounds, comforting warriors, Simo called out fervently, begging to die honorably.
It wasn't just about skill in battle or seizing the right moment, it was about touching hearts and winning them over.
Since then, one hundred and ninety years have passed, yet the world still sings and dances in his honor.
Singing of seven virtues, dancing of seven virtues, Saints compose, their legacies endless.
It wasn't merely about glorifying mighty arms, nor just about boasting of sagacious governance.
Emperor Taizong's intention was to set an example of kingship, a difficult legacy to show his descendants.
