My name is Su Wanli, the last spiritual girl of the Qinglan tribe.
When I was seventeen years old, the Lie Emperor Xiao Jinlie trampled on the Yanlan Mountains and slaughtered all my people. Ah Heng died in front of me, and my father burned himself on the altar. I was locked into the prison van and became his "Mrs. Li".
He thought I was a plaything. He didn't know that there were two things hidden in Qinglan Spirit Girl's bloodline.
The knowledge of plants and trees allows me to empathize with every plant in the palace and hear all the secrets.
The sound in my heart struck me, and when I touched him, I could read the deepest fear in his heart: what he was afraid of was not death, but the loss of the scent of grass from seventy years ago.
He used me as a substitute and I used him as a springboard. He gave me great favor, but I made him lose the support of the people. He thought I loved him and that I was just addicting him - and then snapping his neck when he was at his weakest.
But I don't know that the price of touching my heart sounds is "being forced to understand him". The more I understand his loneliness, the more I hate my own heartbeat.
When Cangwu's iron cavalry broke through Yaojing, when I saw my reflection in the Jin Palace wine pool - that look was exactly the same as his.
It turns out that the dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon.
Intention: Beauty is not a disaster, but a chess player in troubled times. He was not forced to sacrifice, but took the initiative to play chess.