Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Time flies, and two hundred years later, the Jia family has become an important political and business family on a global scale, a giant that can shake the world with just a stomp of its feet.

Although the current head of the family has moved away from the core of power, the Jia family still has close ties thanks to the personal connections accumulated over generations, and its students and old friends are spread all over the world.

Today, Xia Lin, the ace beauty anchor of Tianchao Royal Television, finally stood out from the competition among many elite media professionals at home and abroad and got the opportunity to interview Jia Chang, the current head of the Jia family and the ninth-generation granddaughter of Prince Jing Jia Cong.

"Hello everyone, I'm Charlene.

The magnificent mansion you see behind me is the Prince Jing's Palace in Ryukyu, which has now been converted into the Prince Jing's Former Residence Museum.

Today I have the honor to interview one of the most outstanding women in the world, the pride of women in the country, and the contemporary patriarch of the Jia clan - Ms. Jia Chang. I am very excited.

Because today is also the 150th anniversary of the death of our respected Prince Jing. According to his will, his last will will be made public today. Let us witness this historical moment together.

At the same time, our station has also received a piece of important news from the National Center for Archaeological Research that has not yet been made public, which will be announced later. Please don't go away, dear viewers, as it will be even more exciting later.

Now, let us walk into this magnificent mansion that has guarded the motherland’s maritime borders for 200 years, follow the footsteps of our ancestors, and relive that arduous history.

Explore the life story of Prince Jing, the greatest politician, strategist, thinker, military strategist, reformer, diplomat, poet in Chinese history and a legendary figure who influenced the direction of world history. "

Click, the live broadcast signal was cut off and the screen switched back to the director's room.

Charlene breathed a sigh of relief. This time it was a global live broadcast, and it was such a major historical event that even she, who was used to seeing the world, was a little nervous.

"Ms. Charlene, the owner of the house will be here for a while, you can take pictures of the museum exhibits first." The museum director came forward and introduced.

"Okay, thank you, Director. Cameraman, get ready." Charlene said with a smile.

"Three, two, one, go."

"Dear audience, when you walk into the seven-room gate, you will see three hundred tall stone statues of warriors wearing helmets and armor and holding Mo Dao in their hands. Director, can you introduce them to us? Why are there so many statues in the courtyard?"

The curator said: "These warriors were the personal soldiers of Prince Jing in those days. They followed him and made countless contributions. Later generations selected 300 of the most outstanding ones and erected their statues here to symbolize the loyal and brave spirit of the personal soldiers, who will always protect Prince Jing's mansion and his descendants.

Look at the tallest one in the front, holding two hammers and with eyes wide open, this is Zhang Yuanba, the commander of the personal guards. He is born with supernatural power and has the courage of ten thousand men. He is very trusted by Prince Jing. "

"Indeed, he is extremely brave." Charlene signaled the photographer to take a close-up and followed the curator into the second courtyard.

"This courtyard displays items used by Prince Jing during his lifetime, including his chariot, armor, soft armor, precious gun, combat boots, saddle, desk and chair, official seal, and signed official documents, imperial edicts, military orders, etc."

"The third courtyard displays half of the emperor's ceremonial guards that Empress Xiaoxianqing bestowed on Prince Jing, as well as Prince Jing's own ceremonial guards, which are of course of higher standards than those of ordinary princes."

"The fourth courtyard displays the daily necessities of Prince Jing and his concubines, such as bed curtains, incense burners, ice jars, tea sets, tables and chairs, four treasures of the study, vases, spittoons, hot water bottles, thermoses, fumigation cages, clothing, jewelry, accessories, etc. Each item has great historical significance and is a very precious cultural relic."

Xia Lin guided the camera to take a closer look and was amazed. She said, "Just by looking at these items, you can imagine what Prince Jing's life was like back then. These jewels would be worth a lot of money in modern times, right?

What exquisite craftsmanship, filled with heart-throbbing beauty. Curator, can you take out this blue-baked gold hairpin with hanging beads and let me see it?"

The curator smiled and shook his head, saying, "Ms. Charlene, I understand how you feel when you see these jewels. Every woman would want to try them on. But please forgive me, according to the museum's rules, all items can only be viewed and not touched."

Charlene said regretfully: "Excuse me. My dear viewers, have you ever seen jewelry more beautiful than this?" Then she motioned to the cameraman to take a close-up through the glass cabinet.

Countless female viewers online and in front of television had stars in their eyes and were drooling over the various jewels on display.

"Wow, I'm so happy to be Prince Jing's wife."

The curator continued to lead the crowd in and introduced: "The fifth courtyard displays Prince Jing's precious collection.

We know that His Royal Highness Prince Jing has a wide range of interests. He is not only good at poetry, but also has extraordinary foresight. He introduced a large number of scientists from the West and pushed Great Wu into modern civilization.

Here are not only authentic paintings and calligraphy by famous artists from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, but also Dawu’s first self-developed and self-produced steam engine, internal combustion engine, generator, machine tool, lathe, etc.

There are also more than 100 great scientific theorems and equations named after him by scientists such as Euler, Lagrange, and Bernoulli to thank His Royal Highness Prince Jing. "

Xia Lin swallowed quietly, looking at the wall full of national treasures, and couldn't help asking: "Director, you said these calligraphy and paintings are all authentic?"

The curator smiled and said, "They are genuine. Every painting and calligraphy here has been authenticated by many experts and is absolutely authentic. I think with the power of His Royal Highness Prince Jing back then, no one would dare to fool him with a fake."

Xia Lin smiled and said, "Whoever gets any of these paintings can lie flat for the rest of his life."

The curator smiled and said, "The cheapest calligraphy and painting here is worth hundreds of millions. Of course, we will never sell them."

Xia Lin was secretly amazed and said, "The fifth chamber is already filled with treasures, what is in the sixth chamber?"

The curator smiled and said, "You'll know when you go in." He led everyone in and said, "Exhibited here are the most precious personal belongings of Prince Jing and his concubines, symbolizing their everlasting love."

Xia Lin quietly turned off the microphone and laughed softly, "Director, Prince Jing is known throughout history as the most romantic and talented man in the world, and he has many concubines. Under such circumstances, it seems that there is no way to talk about a love that will last forever."

The curator smiled and said, "Miss Xia, you haven't read the biography of Prince Jing. You are not the first person to ask this question. Prince Jing also had an answer back then.

He said that love is like an infinite number. Even if it is divided into several parts, each part is infinite. Does this perfectly answer your question? "

Xia Lin sneered and then said coquettishly, "Prince Jing is so cunning, he only knows how to deceive girls."

The curator smiled but said nothing. He introduced: "This is the sword that Prince Jing carries with him and the beloved sword of Princess Ruyi, Prince Jing's wife. They are made of the same meteorite. The name of the sword is Qingshuang and the name of the sword is Qingming."

"So beautiful." Xia Lin praised repeatedly and said excitedly: "I have heard that this knife is said to be a token of love given by Princess Ruyi to Prince Jing."

The curator smiled and said, "This knife was indeed given by Princess Ruyi. As to whether it is a token of love, it still needs to be verified by historians.

This book, "The Biography of Jia Zilong," is a personal account of the life of Prince Jing written by his concubine Xue Baochai, and is an important historical material for studying Prince Jing today."

"What a dignified handwriting. It really lives up to its reputation."

"This collection of Jia Zilong's poems was written by Lin Daiyu, the concubine of Prince Jing, and records all the poems written by Prince Jing throughout his life."

Xia Lin praised him repeatedly and said with a smile, "No wonder Prince Jing is favored by so many talented women. With his ability to write love poems, he can easily win over any talented woman."

The curator also laughed and said, "Prince Jing's poems would be unique even in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. We, the later generations, can only look up to him."

“These martial arts novels were co-authored by Prince Jing when he was young, his confidante, and his sisters.

It is said that because Prince Jing was busy with military affairs, he provided an original story, which was written by Baochai, Daiyu, Xiangyun and others. This is also the first writing model of a long novel jointly created by multiple people in the history of my country. "

Xia Lin hurriedly said, "I have seen them, I have seen them. I like "Swordsman" and "The Return of the Condor Heroes" the most. The characters created by Prince Jing are really amazing."

At this time, the museum staff stepped forward and reminded: "The owner of the house has arrived."

The curator nodded and said, "Miss Xia, the head of the family has arrived. Let's interview him first."

"Okay. Dear audience, we just got the news that Ms. Jia Chang has arrived. Let's go interview her first, and then go back and slowly appreciate the historical charm of these precious exhibits."

In the seventh garden, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a beautiful young woman wearing a high-end suit, with short hair, tall and capable temperament and even a bit of sharpness is being interviewed by Xia Lin.

Because it was built in imitation of the Grand View Garden in Shenjing, all the architectural styles, couplets and plaques are exactly the same.

Xia Lin quickly took a look at the person in front of her, and the relevant background information flashed through her mind. She smiled and said, "It's an honor to interview you."

"Ms. Xia, I'm also very happy to be interviewed by you. Have you visited the museum?" Jia Chang said with a smile.

"I just saw it."

The two exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a while. Xia Lin brought up the topic directly and asked, "What should I call you? Ms. Jia Chang, Chairman Jia, or Chief Jia?"

Jia Chang smiled faintly and said, "Since we are in my ancestral home, I will not use modern titles. I don't dare to be pretentious in my ancestral home. Just call me Miss Chang. It sounds younger."

"Then I am Miss Lin, which matches this antique room." Xia Lin said with a smile.

Jia Chang said, "That's great."

"Miss Chang, there are many larger and more magnificent rooms in the mansion. Why did you choose this as the interview location?"

Jia Chang smiled and said, "This garden was built in imitation of the Grand View Garden in Rongguo Mansion in the capital. My great-grandmother lived in Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Grand View Garden, so I have a lot of feelings for this place."

"Ah? This is the first time I've heard of it. Your great-great-grandmother is..."

"Lin Daiyu."

Xia Lin exclaimed: "No wonder Miss Chang can lead the Jia family, it turns out she is the descendant of a great talent."

Jia Chang smiled and said, "You are too kind. There were many talented women around Prince Jing in the past. Baochai, Chuchan, Miaoyu, Baoqin, Zhenyuan, Xiangyun, etc. were all the best of their time. They were both talented and beautiful, and were not necessarily inferior to Daiyu."

Xia Lin took the opportunity to ask a gossipy question: "All the audience are very curious, Prince Jing has many concubines, who does he love the most?"

Jia Chang smiled and shook her head, saying, "Even if you ask Prince Jing himself this question, I'm afraid he won't be able to answer it. I have the same question as you, but unfortunately the answer has long been lost in the long river of time."

Xia Lin asked again: "What do you think is the proudest thing in the life of His Royal Highness Prince Jing?"

Jia Chang said: "It should be to introduce advanced Western science and technology to promote the Great Wu into modern civilization."

Xia Lin nodded and said, "Does he have any regrets in his life? According to folk history, there was an innocent girl named Jinse who was tortured to death in order to protect Prince Jing. This became an eternal pain in his heart.

Therefore, Prince Jing specially buried her in his manor in the capital, and your great-grandmother Daiyu also wrote a eulogy for her personally. "

Jia Chang shook her head and said, "Jinse was a confidante of Prince Jing, and the rest of the story is just far-fetched fabrications by those who like to gossip.

The thing that Prince Jing regretted most was that he did not notice the rebellion of the chief eunuch Dai Quan and others earlier, which led to the murder of his best friend, Prince Sun Can, the eldest son of Emperor Taizu, and his untimely death. "

Xia Lin said: "It was indeed a tragic incident in the history of the Great Wu. However, some historians have verified that Jinse's identity is not simple. Prince Jing madly avenged Prince Beijing for her and even turned him into a human pig."

Jia Chang said calmly, "That is the personal opinion of the historian, and my family does not recognize it. There is no personal hatred between Prince Jing and Prince Beijing, only political struggle. As for why he used cruel means to deal with Shui Rong, I think it was because Prince Jing took into account the political situation at the time and had to use this cruel method to deter potential enemies and ensure political stability.

Facts have proved that no one dared to challenge his authority since then, thus ensuring the smooth implementation of a series of major reforms. "

Xia Lin said, "This is also the standard answer in the history textbook." She looked obviously unconvinced, but it was inconvenient to say anything more.

"That's the truth." Jia Chang said.

Xia Lin wanted to dig up some big news and report the unknown side of Prince Jing, so how could she let it go easily? Yin smiled and said, "Before this interview with you, I went to Jiangxi to interview the head of the Pang family and learned a lot of interesting things about Prince Jing."

Jia Chang immediately became more cautious and asked, "Oh? What's interesting?"

Xia Lin said, "For example, Prince Jing imitated Liu Bei's story of visiting Zhuge Liang three times to ask him to come out of seclusion. He also visited him three times in a row before he finally invited the great scholar Pang Chao to come out of seclusion to assist him, thus establishing immortal merit."

Jia Chang nodded and said, "It is true." All of this is written in history books, so there is nothing wrong with admitting it.

Xia Lin smiled and said, "But according to the descendants of the Pang family, Prince Jing's 'three visits to the thatched cottage' was quite interesting.

The first time was in Mr. Pang's class, the second time was on the pleasure boat of Yu Qianning, a famous prostitute on the Qinhuai River, and the third time she stayed at Mr. Pang's house and refused to leave until she got him drunk, and then she asked him to come out. Is this true?"

Jia Chang's face darkened and she denied it flatly, saying, "The first two times were fine, but the third time was definitely not like that.

As far as I know, the last time Prince Jing went to Mr. Pang's house, the two of them talked late into the night, discussing the trends of the country and the world. Mr. Pang was impressed by Prince Jing's talent and ambition, and finally decided to come out of retirement to work together for the great cause.

Isn't it too ridiculous to invite a great man like Mr. Pang by cheating and drinking?"

A sly smile appeared on Xia Lin's lips. She took out a photo from her briefcase and said, "This is a poem called "Su Zhongqing" that the head of the Pang family showed me. It was a farewell poem written by Prince Jing for Pang Chao when he retired and returned to his hometown. It has Prince Jing's signature and seal on it."

Jia Chang took it, glanced at it, and nodded, saying, "It was indeed written by Prince Jing. This poem is also recorded in the "Collection of Jia Zilong" written by Daiyu."

Xia Lin took out another photo and said, "This is a family heirloom of a visitor in Shenjing. His ancestors sold wontons and now they have opened a chain store. It is a 200-year-old brand.

Legend has it that Prince Jing ate his wontons and praised them highly. He wrote these words on the spot, praising them as "the best wontons in Shenjing". Do you think this is true?"

Jia Chang frowned slightly and guessed Xia Lin's plan. This "No. 1 Wonton in Shenjing" was not recorded in the family history, and there was no seal of Prince Jing on it, so it was difficult to determine its authenticity.

Judging from the handwriting, it does look like Prince Jing's handwriting, not to mention there is the Pang family's authentic handwriting for comparison. If we categorically deny it, we will probably be criticized. If we acknowledge it, I'm afraid there will be an endless stream of "Prince Jing's handwriting" in the future.

Yin said vaguely: "I have also heard of this 'The Best Wonton in Shenjing', but there is no relevant record of this calligraphy in my family, so it is difficult for me to determine its authenticity."

Xia Lin continued to pursue the issue, saying, "According to the appraisals of graphologists, archaeologists, and collection experts, the paper and ink used for these two inscriptions are both from 200 years ago, and the handwriting is exactly the same, so it can be concluded that they were written by the same person."

Jia Chang said calmly: "Isn't it too arbitrary to conclude that the handwriting is the same based on these few words?"

Xia Lin pointed at the photo and said with a smile: "Speaking of handwriting, I consulted several authoritative calligraphers. Judging from the font structure and style of these two characters, Prince Jing doesn't seem to be very good at calligraphy. This doesn't seem to match his reputation as the world's most talented scholar. Why is that?"

Jia Chang's face darkened when she heard this, and she said, "Prince Jing is a casual person who writes whatever he wants, which is reflected in his calligraphy. It is very different from the so-called calligraphers today who focus on structure and are very rigid. The handwriting style is naturally very different when people write casually and when they write important inscriptions.

If you say that Prince Jing, a great talent, is not good at calligraphy, it is really ridiculous. You can go and see the plaques and couplets written by Prince Jing hanging in the Shengfu Ancestral Hall, or you can go and see the calligraphy works of Prince Jing himself in my family's ancestral hall, "Heroes do not ask where they come from" and "Women can hold up half the sky."

Xia Lin took out a few more photos and said, "It just so happens that I have the photos of the plaques you mentioned with me. The font in the Shengfu is Han Li, and the font in the Zunfu Ancestral Hall is Tang Kai.

One is bold and unrestrained, heavy and dignified; the other is gentle and graceful, delicate and smooth, and it seems that they are not created by one person. Can Miss Chang solve the doubts for the audience? "

How could Jia Chang be stumped by her? She smiled and said, "Is it strange for a great talent to be proficient in several fonts? Even modern calligraphers can be proficient in regular script, cursive script, and running script at the same time. Could it be that the ancients couldn't do it?"

Xia Lin was speechless for a moment. This was a perfect reason. She smiled and said, "What you said makes sense. I came to visit you today and brought you a gift. This gift has a lot to do with Prince Jing."

"Oh? You are thoughtful." Jia Chang said.

Xia Lin said to the camera: "Dear viewers, according to the latest news from the archaeological community, the remains of His Royal Highness Prince Jing and his grandson Chi Leshi Wuhuan have been found!"

Jia Chang was stunned and felt something was wrong.

"Director, please switch the screen to the National Archaeological Research Center. The stone we are looking at now was recently discovered by archaeologists at the foot of Wuhuan Mountain. After rigorous testing, it was found that the writing on it was indeed carved 200 years ago, recording the victory of the government army over the Tatars at that time."

Xia Lin's eyes flashed with a playful smile as she recited, "In the autumn of the ninth year of Xifeng, the tenth prince Chi and Liaohai Guard garrison commander Cong led their troops to sweep across the Khorchin grasslands, annihilated the Tartar Barhu tribe, beheaded and captured countless people, and then engraved a stone on the Wuhuan to record their achievements before returning.

There was a big cross next to it, and the words 'Written wrong, see other side' were engraved on it. Yes, there were indeed a few typos."

Jia Chang almost fainted when she saw the two crooked rows of words on the stone. She couldn't help cursing her ancestors for being shameless. If they couldn't write, they shouldn't write. It would be a joke to try to imitate others in carving on stone. It would be difficult for future generations to do the same. Don't future generations want to be decent?

Xia Lin suppressed her smile and said, “Looking at the tone of these words, they seem like they were carved by Prince Jing himself.

This does have some of the style of Prince Jing that Miss Chang just mentioned, 'not being particular about details and doing whatever he wants', and the stone inscriptions recording his achievements are also so outstanding and extraordinary. "

Jia Chang's forehead was full of black lines, and he said decisively: "If archaeologists identify this as an ancient artifact, it must have been carved by a soldier in the army who has not read much, and it is definitely not the work of Prince Jing."

Xia Lin smiled and said, "Please cut the picture to the back of the stone. It is engraved with 'In the autumn of the ninth year of Xifeng, this prince Sun Chi and Jia Cong, the garrison commander of Liaohai Guard, pursued the enemy to the north and wiped out the Barhu tribe. It was an unprecedented victory since the founding of the country. How joyful! I specially engraved it on the stone to show it to future generations.'

Miss Chang, the words "this king" can prove that they were carved by Prince Chi himself. So how could the prince's handwriting be carved on the same stone as an ordinary soldier's handwriting?

How could a dignified prince correct the mistakes of a small soldier?"

This... Jia Chang frowned slightly and said coldly: "The handwriting on this side may be carved by the Tenth Prince, but it is difficult to conclude who carved the other side. The existing evidence is not enough to conclude that it was carved by Prince Jing.

Besides, it is unreasonable. If the world's most talented person could make a mistake in writing these few words, who would believe it? Would the general public believe it? I think it is better to leave it to historians and archaeologists to verify it."

Xia Lin did not dare to offend the Queen of the Jia family too much, so she smiled and said, "Miss Chang is right. In fact, I don't believe that His Royal Highness Prince Jing could have made so many mistakes in one sentence. Perhaps it was carved by his personal soldiers.

By the way, the most important purpose of coming here today is to witness the release of Prince Jing's will. I believe that the majority of netizens and viewers can't wait. Miss Chang, can we start now?"

Jia Chang nodded and clapped her hands. Suddenly, several sturdy men in black suits came in, followed by more than ten white-haired elders of the Jia family. One of them was holding a black password box in his hand.

The two men in black beside Jia Chang came forward to take the password box, checked it, and said, "Chief, the box is intact."

Jia Chang nodded, looked at the box, hesitated for a moment, winked and called all the elders to the inner room, whispered: "My dear grandfathers, we don't know the content of Prince Jing's will. If it is not suitable for outsiders to know, it may be disadvantageous to the family if we suddenly make it public. I think it is better to let the reporters leave first, and we will make it public after we have read it and confirmed it."

The elders looked at each other and were a little hesitant. If the content of the will was detrimental to the family's dignity and interests, they naturally did not want to make it public.

However, if they were to openly disobey Prince Jing's last will, they did not dare to take the responsibility. After all, Prince Jing's last will was to make his final will public one hundred and fifty years after his death.

The oldest one among them spoke slowly, "Chang girl, Prince Jing's will is clear and clear, and everyone in the clan knows it. If we do something behind the scenes, or even go against our ancestors' will, even though it's out of public interest, who can bear the consequences? The Hydra is still here."

Hearing the word "Hydra", everyone couldn't help but shudder and shrank their necks.

Jia Chang also waved her hands helplessly, no longer insisting, and said, "Since that's the case, then let's open it."

The Hydra is a force left by Jia Cong that is forever lurking underwater. It not only secretly protects the family, but also secretly supervises it to ensure that the family rules set by Jia Cong are implemented.

Starting from Cheng Lingsu, each generation designated the most reliable and calm descendant to take over, which was even more strict than selecting the patriarch, because the patriarch had a term limit and could be deposed and appointed by the clan meeting.

The Red Skull, who is in charge of Hydra, is a lifelong position. Except for the senior executives within Hydra, no one knows who has inherited the position of the Red Skull.

In order to ensure that the "Red Skull" does not lose control, he is not allowed to interfere in any family or official affairs from the first day he becomes the "Red Skull" until his death.

They can only perform their duties in obscurity throughout their lives. Once they develop ambitions and want to surface and call the shots, they will be immediately killed by Hydra's internal forces.

Nearly a hundred years ago, two heads of the Jia family were secretly executed by the Red Skull because of their greed, perverse actions, and violation of Jia Cong's core idea that "national interests are above all else." Only a unique token of the Red Skull was left at the scene.

The Jia family members then understood that although Jia Cong was gone, Hydra would still be watching everyone in secret, and it was not just talk, it really wanted to kill people.

No matter how tight your security is, even if it is at the level of a patriarch, you cannot escape Hydra's assassination.

From then on, no one dared to violate the family rules left by Jia Cong.

Therefore, when Jia Chang heard people mention the "Hydra", she no longer dared to have any bad thoughts. It was not worth it to risk her life for such a small matter. She could not help but feel awe for her ancestor Jia Cong's determination. He was worthy of being a commander-in-chief who traveled all over the world, ruthless to the enemies and to his own people.

After a while, everyone returned to the outer room and said, "Miss Xia, are you ready? We can start now."

Xia Lin hurriedly said, "Four cameras are already in place to ensure that Prince Jing's will can be conveyed to all citizens as soon as possible."

Jia Chang raised her hand and pressed on the box, checked her palm print and iris, and with a click, the stainless steel buckle popped open.

The box opened, revealing a palm-sized rosewood box with a lid locked with a brass lock, which was very exquisite.

Jia Chang took a deep breath and waved.

Two men in black took a pair of wire cutters, one of them clamped the copper lock tightly, while the other held the wooden box. They twisted the pliers lightly, and the copper lock broke and fell off.

The two men bowed slightly and stepped back. Jia Chang slowly opened the box and saw a folded thick paper lying quietly inside. After two hundred years of erosion, it had turned slightly yellow.

The crowd gathered around involuntarily, staring at this will with great historical and political significance, and guessing what Prince Jing might say.

If his will is that his descendants must control the country's politics, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking of this possibility, everyone's foreheads were slightly sweaty and their palms became moist.

"Chief, please open it." The elder said in a deep voice.

Jia Chang nodded, reached out and slowly picked up the paper, gently unfolded it, took just one look at it, then put the paper down with a strange expression and spread it flat on the table.

But on the paper was written: "I am not a perfect man, a saint, or a god. Please don't try to flatter me. I don't care about that. The development of the country depends on living people like you, not a dead person like me. OK, kneel down."

Everyone was amazed.

(End of the book) (End of this chapter)