Chapter 48 The Birthday Feast and the Sunrise of the State of Zhao

This was the imperial city at the end of autumn. The banyan trees were all nearly withered and bare with old and thick branches stretching out just like small hands reaching towards the sky. Some leaves on the branches were dry and red. The crescent was still vaguely hanging in the sky. The rays of the morning sun had crossed a thin and long line, just like the back of the whale that jumped over the sea surface. The rotten leaves piled up under the banyan trees still remained the marks of the heavy rain last night.