After Being Reborn, the Grand Princess Has Wealth, Power, and Love

She would kick him, deny him food, lash him with the golden-handled Dragon-Binding Whip, and make him kneel on the snow-covered palace steps...

He always obeyed with downcast eyes, enduring his pain alone. He knelt forever, gazing up at her, yet never once begged her for even the slightest tenderness.

But she wanted to see him bow his head and beg. All she wanted was to break the boy's defiant spirit and watch him kneel before her, pleading for mercy.

So it went, until she died in battle and her lonely soul drifted, finally witnessing the boy kneel and beg.

Covered in blood, his long hair in disarray, he arrived at the border in a wretched state. When he saw her body, all hope vanished from his eyes. His beautiful, peach-blossom eyes were bloodshot, as if he were drunk, and his gaze was scattered, desolate, anguished, shattered... A tear gathered in his bloodshot eyes and fell in silence.

Grief chokes the heart, and sorrow endures for a thousand autumns.

The boy had only just learned the taste of sorrow, yet one glance was enough to break his heart.

When nothing can be undone, all that remains is to let go.

The boy was proud and defiant, and believed in neither gods nor spirits. Yet he climbed three thousand steps, kneeling at every one, offering a thousand drops of blood and ten thousand drops of sweat, hoping his sincerity might win the gods' favor.

But he knew perfectly well there were no gods in this world. He could only hope for a miracle, however slim the chance...

Qi An, Qi An, may joy and happiness bring you a lifetime of peace.

My name began with you, Your Highness.

At last, he bowed, not to her, but for her.

If there is another life, she won't do that again...