[Abusive writing + ancient tactics, no golden fingers, no rebirth, no time travel]
The moonlight was like water, and he lightly danced his long sword in the courtyard. The light of the sword was like snow, cutting through the lonely sky.
A shadow casts thousands of strands of cold light
After the dance, he walked towards me under the moonlight.
"In three days, you will be my consort."
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But why... Has it become like this?
"Master Ji, please! Please! Save my mother and concubine."
"The overall situation has been decided, princess... My condolences"
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I just want to have a peaceful life, but why is it so difficult to reach the sky?
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The rain outside the curtain washed away the blood stains
Blood soaked in cyan sword spikes
Why am I always the one left behind?
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The emperor's home has never been sincere?
Looking for peace in this floating life, where can I go?
