Spring and Autumn: I Enter the Game as a Counselor

When the snow particles mixed with the smell of blood entered my throat, I was being dragged towards the execution ground by two soldiers. The traces of blood trailing on the bluestone tiles snaked like snakes, and from behind came the sarcastic laughter of the Jin prince: How dare a mere prostitute from the Song Dynasty talk about joining forces to attack Chu? Cut off his tongue and hang it in the city gate for three days! The time has come! The executioner's bronze ax raised a cold light, and I suddenly heard a ding in my head. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.