One day, as I read the Records of the Grand Historian: Biography of Wu Zixu, I came to the passage where Wu Zixu fled Chu and begged for food to survive. I felt him stumble out of the book. His once-prestigious status was gone; his father and brother had been wrongfully killed, and he begged me for help. Tears streaming down my face, I suddenly felt myself transmigrate to the Spring and Autumn period. Wu Zixu entrusted his soul to me, and I became a soul shared by two people. Grief and joy, disaster and fortune, intertwined. With Sun Wu's help, I won great military honors, conquered Chu to avenge myself, and flogged the corpse of King Ping of Chu. Afterward, Sun Wu urged me to retire from public life, but history could not be changed. In the end, I was sewn into a leather sack and cast into the river, while Sun Wu ascended into the sky…
