The iron chain cut into my wrist, and blood dripped down my fingertips.
The sacrificial platform was covered with white silk, and the black dragon flag of Great Qin was embroidered on the silk. My wedding dress is blood red because after the fall of the Six Kingdoms, there were no more craftsmen who could weave true red cloud brocade. They dyed it with my blood - cut my fingers and seeped into the silk drop by drop.
"Princess, the time has come."
The speaker was an old eunuch, with thick powder on his face and a smile like a dead man wearing a shroud. Behind him stood twelve armored men in black, holding copper plates in their hands. On the plates were gold nails, jade chimes, and a dagger engraved with charms.
Of course, these things are not used to worship heaven and earth.
They want to sacrifice me.
Sacrifice to that eternal tyrant - Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng.
It was just dawn when I was dragged out of the prison car. White mist floats on the Weishui River, and the tower of Xianyang Palace is looming in the mist, like a crouching giant beast. Both sides of the river were densely packed with people. They didn't dare to say anything, they just stared at me, and some of them had tears on their faces.
The six kingdoms have all perished, and I am the last princess.
From South Korea, from Zhao, from Wei, from Chu, from Yan, from Qi—their royal families either died, fled, or were chopped into pieces. I am the only one alive because my dad surrendered the fastest. He held the national seal and knelt in the mud outside the gate of Xianyang Palace, kowtowing until his forehead was bruised.
But Ying Zheng still killed him.
