I was once the most gentle princess in Da Chu. I embroidered dragon robes for that man, blocked assassins, and even knelt in the snow to beg the enemy for him. But on the day he ascended the throne, he turned around and tied me to the tower. He smiled at the prince of the enemy country and said, "It's not a loss to have a married princess in exchange for your retreat." The moment the sharp arrow pierced my heart, I swore that if there was an afterlife, I would destroy everything about him with my own hands. When I opened my eyes again, I was fifteen years old again, being sent to an enemy country as a hostage. This time, I didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, I looked at the enemy prince who was rumored to be bloodthirsty and spoke softly: "Your Highness, how about a deal? I'll help you win the big Chu, and you leave his throne to me." He held my chin, with undisguised interest in his eyes: "Little one, how do you want to help?" I leaned close to his ear and said the name that future generations of historians would keep secret.
