Queen Feng Qinghuang

"No -" The arrow pierced the chest, and everyone present put down their weapons, attracted by the beautiful smile on the woman's face. "How is that possible?" The dagger hanging around his neck was loosened and fell to the ground with a clanking sound, "You... Were able to do it!" "Beautiful... Ties, blood... Stains the country!" The woman's body became softer and softer, and she reluctantly stretched out her hand, as if to grab his slender, cold fingers, "Use... My... Blood to commemorate... Your... Country!" With a charming smile, the blood-stained catkins fell heavily, and a cry full of pain resounded through the sky...