On the day of the fall of the country, she was dressed in plain clothes, gently hugging her beloved daughter, and looking at the ground with lowered eyebrows. The general was unhappy. She should be fresh and flamboyant, just like the scar left by a whip on his face, which would bloom in his heart for a long time. So no matter whether it was a slave who had subjugated the country or a former princess, he would hold it up and hold it to the sky.
She is not a princess, not the sixteen-year-old beloved daughter of the emperor. She is now just a subjugated slave and the mother of a young child. But it is just a glance. This glance, I am still willing to give everything for her, my wealth, my rights, my life.
Intention: A rigid person like me would actually be in an uproar for you