I, codenamed Xuanniao, dressed up as a little girl from the Shang Dynasty and picked up an oil bottle called "Zhao".
I taught him how to fight, and he hunted for me. I thought it was a story of survival in primitive society.
Who would have thought that when he returned, he would be King Wu Ding of Shang! And you came back with an army to hire me as your queen?
Well, it would be pretty cool to be a queen and a female general and high priest.
But history books record that a good woman will die at the age of thirty-three. **
After I "died" as expected, I opened my eyes in the bridal chamber where he married his wife...
He touched my tombstone affectionately, but was as cold as ice to me around him.
Until the assassin attacked and I broke the opponent's neck with my bare hands, he grabbed my hand and burst into tears:
"This move separates muscles and bones... Ah Hao, it's you, isn't it?"
