I was once the happiest girl in Beijing.
My father is a founding general and my mother is a lady from the south of the Yangtze River. My brother, the prince, said he wanted to marry me, only me.
Under the crabapple tree, he carved a wooden sword for me; on a snowy night in the city tower, he said that mountains and rivers are my betrothal.
But later——
One hundred and thirty-seven members of my family died under his decree.
I knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, but he didn't see me.
My hair turned gray overnight, and he gave me a sword through my heart.
Holding the last bit of heat in my arms, I jumped from the tower, and my blood dyed the snow into begonia color.
When I woke up again, I was working as a teacher in a small village, and I couldn't remember my past.
But he has been looking for me for three years, kneeling in front of me and saying that he was wrong.
The black hair turns into snow, and I will never look back in this life.
Jiang Jingyu, your thousands of miles of empire and your regrets are not worth the three feet of snow in front of my grave.
(Chasing my wife's crematorium, but after the cremation, the ashes were thrown away for you. She really didn't look back even a step.)
