(This story has some angst, but nothing too extreme. A story needs some suffering, and there is love even amid blood and tears.)
Because of his father’s crime, Liu Qinxian’s family is confiscated. Mistaken for a woman, he is sentenced to become a government slave.
A young horse thief is sold to a brothel and given the name Hongsi, where he suffers injustice and abuse.
As they endure hardship together, the two grow to cherish one another and become each other’s support.
By a stroke of fate, the hidden dragon breaks free and soars,
At last, revenge is taken, but tangled grievances leave love in vain.
If there is no love, why love at all?
If there is love, why must the deepest love end in nothing?
The first few dozen chapters were truly tragic; the two poor little girls, Hongsi, kept getting injured and being transferred to various people, while Yangqin kept searching. If you really can't stand it, just check out the ending and see how the two of them end up. In the end, Yang Qin died in front of Hong Si... Heh, a little angst? Reading this before bed was truly a blessing; it made me so angry I couldn't sleep.
The writing is so strange. A whole group of people couldn't even save Hongsi, who is also quite skilled in martial arts but kept getting abused 😰. The ending was even more tragic, with both the main characters suffering terribly. What's even more disturbing is that many of the main characters seem to be the dominant ones.
I always thought the main character was Liu Qin 😅 The ending was also quite abrupt.