She dreams of a well every night.
The person standing by the well is herself, wearing the queen's crown dress from three hundred years ago, holding a lifeless child in her arms.
From Suzhou to the imperial mausoleum, from dry wells to deserted meadows, she walked forward along the fragments. He investigated the case for her, blocked the knife for her, and rummaged through the old files of the previous court for her. His father had conquered her city, and he valued her life more than his own. Three hundred years later, some people still remember their old grudges; others just want to take her away.
