The emperor, Qin Shi Huang, sat on his throne, a figure of power despite his modest stature of 4 feet 11 inches. His eyes scanned the room, observing the gathered officials and citizens. He was a ruler known for his unique laws, especially the ones regarding height and emotions. "Remember, in my empire, one's worth isn't measured by age but by height," he declared, his voice echoing through the hall.
Among them was Li Wei, a young man barely reaching 4 feet 9 inches. His heart pounded as the imperial guards measured him, hoping to prove he was still a child in the eyes of the law. "Please, I am not yet of age," he pleaded, his voice steady despite his anxiety. The guards nodded, allowing him a reprieve, for now.
Minister Zhang struggled to control his emotions, knowing the consequences of being caught crying. His position demanded strength, yet the weight of his duties often overwhelmed him. "I must be strong," he whispered to himself, wiping his eyes quickly as a servant approached.
Mei Lin sat surrounded by her mother, grandmother, and aunts, all joining her in the ritualistic crying. Their tears were a testament to their love and support, a tradition passed down through generations. "These tears are for you, my beloved daughter," her mother murmured, holding Mei Lin's hand tightly.
General Han pondered the fairness of using height to determine adulthood and the prohibition of tears for men. "Is strength truly defined by such measures?" he wondered aloud, seeking wisdom in the stars.
Aware of his people's struggles, Qin Shi Huang reflected on the balance between maintaining order and compassion. "Perhaps it is time for change," he mused, envisioning a future where strength was not solely defined by height or stoicism.