They said that the triplets were the disaster that drained the oasis dry, but they forgot that the desert did not believe in gods.
The first word **Yunzhao** learned was not "Aniang", but "chip". When the branding iron of the Red Wolf Department flashed before her eyes, and she was lying on the ground imitating the barking of a dog, the poisonous scorpion on her sleeve had already stung the slave owner's ankle - this is what her mother taught her with corpses: Those who survive are not necessarily ferocious beasts, but they must be hunters who know when to retract their claws.
Ten years later, when the Lord of White Camel City was lying drunk on her lap and drank poisonous wine, the arrows from the Green Eagle Alliance were chasing after the second sister Yue Ling. And the little girl Xingzhuo who could hear sand whispers cut out her palms on the altar and chuckled: "Sister, I have to pay for this rain with the blood of thirty thousand cavalry."
In this desert watered by conspiracy, Yun Zhao finally understood: while men are still competing for the crown of the oasis, the real power has already taken root under their skirts——
**She wants the desert to remember** the fear of being dominated by the disaster star.
