Her name was boiled into a sticky pot of infamy by history, and it was still steaming like "disaster water" when she was served on the table.
But there was something else sitting at the bottom of the pot.
Hearing the tearing sound of silk and satin, Yu Xi felt like hearing the collapse of the city of her homeland. She sought a moment of peace amidst the noise.
She is not a born monster. Just four fell into the crusher of power. The sound made when the bones were crushed was so harsh that men in later generations covered their ears and cursed in unison.
Her story is a long and silent demonstration of how to turn a living person into a label, and then nail the label to the pillar of historical shame.
Intention: To passively endure destruction, to complete the quietest revenge against male power.