How do those women who rely on the protection of their families and are busy scheming, sipping tea, arranging flowers, reciting poems and chasing butterflies every day know?
On a dark night without a moon, someone uses his spine as a torch.
When 30,000 loyal men were tainted as traitors,
When boudoir rouge is stained with living blood,
When floating corpses in canals block the way to survive...
This world of cannibalism should be shattered.
She holds the coroner's knife to cut open the rotten flesh of lies, and the pear blossom needle of the storm pierces the abscess in the glorious history;
She burned all the chains of hundreds of brothels, and crushed the silk in her sleeves to destroy the smell of wine and meat of rich families;
She fights poison with poison, and uses golden needles to pierce the innocent souls of infants and fetuses that are cooked in the elixir furnace of the palace;
She exploded the underground palace of the emperor's mausoleum, letting the emperor's withered bones listen to the hungry roars of the people.
And the person who gave them new life had the Tingyun Sword and the Phoenix-Breaking Spear in his palm to pierce the cracks of hell.
Thirteen crossbow arrows penetrated the chest and exploded the blood mist, turning into a beacon that illuminated the new day.
Don't ask a woman what she can do?
Watching the prison chief knock down the corrupt official's hair,
Read the Pharmacopoeia of Northern Xinjiang to save thousands of miles of scorched earth.
Look at the thousands of sails on the canal, all hanging red female flags,
Look at the bronze inscriptions on the New Underground City: One Hundred Thousand Unknown People——
Those refugees, prostitutes, beggars, orphans and widows that history books disdain to record...
During the long night here, they tempered their knives with blood, used bones as firewood, and burned all the old shackles.
The flower blooming from the ashes is called:
"The Rakshasa is reborn, and all women in the world reach Nirvana."
