I Turned Around and Entered the Palace, Killing My Enemy with My Own Hands and Becoming the Queen Mother.

The bluestone slabs were shining brightly due to the rain, and they vaguely reflected the piles of black shadows inside the palace wall. There was a group of pretty girls whose heads almost dropped to the ground. They were walking closely together, their plain skirts dragging on the wet ground, like a group of paper figures being led by strings.