“Heaven above, earth below, our kin gathered here, the sun and moon bear witness. The two blades bestowed by the late emperor are too much for General Nan Chen to bear. Your Majesty, I am willing to trade every merit I have earned for her life. I ask only that my condemned wife be unharmed. I cannot be both loyal and filial, and even attending to my family is beyond me. She is my wife. I know I cannot escape the death penalty… I am willing to bear the charge of treason and the sentence of death in her place. I… am all alone now. I only wish to remain true: true to the world and its people throughout my life. And yet I cannot bear to betray her, either. To defend our land with my flesh and blood is a subject’s duty. If I cannot escape punishment, then I will pay for my crimes with my death. In this boundless sea of people, in the netherworld across a thousand years, a husband and wife in this mortal realm, amid the splendor of this fleeting world, yet longing for each other. I would paint the whole world with my brush to grant her a lifetime of peace and joy. I beg Your Majesty to grant my wish.”
He dragged his battered, wounded body forward, bowing with every step. Watching him, soaked in blood, was a man who usually needed support just to stand. Now he held a blade aloft in both hands, bowing step after step. They say it takes three thousand steps to reach the great hall from the Prince of Zhou’s residence. He had never thought the journey was long, but now even the distance between two palace buildings seemed a road soaked in blood and tears. Three thousand steps and fifty-six stairs. Countless times, he had wanted to fall. His white robes were stained red by the morning glow. If he could live it all again, perhaps he would not become a general famed for a single battle, nor would he fall in love with her.
Three thousand steps drowned in blood and tears, ten thousand miles lamenting the frost of autumn.
A beauty condemned to die, bringing sorrow; only the sun and moon turn on.
The frontier lies empty and desolate, my sword pointed at myself.
The fleeting world has become a wasteland. I pray we never meet again.
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