Remaining Dreams by the Well, Mourning in the Palace

On the day the rebels broke through the city, my sister pushed me into a dry well and said, "Stay alive." Three years later, I became a general from a beggar, and returned with the tiger talisman and the cavalry. But he saw his sister wearing a woman's bun standing next to her enemy. She smiled and wiped the blood off my sword: "Brother, now it's time to call me the Queen Mother."