Zijiang, the little princess of Qi State, was ten years old. At this time, she got off the bed, walked barefoot to the dressing table, and stared at the childish face in the bronze mirror. Turning around, she neatly took off her brocade dress and put on the coarse khaki cloth that Chuntao had stolen. She wrapped the New Year's gold ingot and a few Qi Dao coins left by her mother into her arms. Finally, she took out a gold dagger that was more than a foot long from under the pillow and inserted it into her leggings. She pulled Chuntao and another young palace maid Qiu He, and the three of them slipped out of the bedroom like civet cats. After passing through the familiar corridors and gardens that he could walk with his eyes closed, in front of a dog hole in the palace wall that had been in disrepair for a long time, Shao Jiang took one last look back at the dimly lit palaces, then bent down and got out. Outside the palace are dark and unfamiliar alleys, and the cold wind is like a knife. While running, Shaojiang tripped over something and stumbled down. His hand touched a hard object in the cold mud - a bronze mirror with a palm-sized face and ancient patterns.
