Many years ago, Lu Zhi shot down a little bird to save a young man. He would later become Xiang Yu, the mighty Hegemon-King of Western Chu who shook the land.
Many years later, Lu Zhi traded a picul of abalone for a beauty named Xiaoyu.
Everyone said she had sacrificed her own love to bring about the tragic romance of Farewell My Concubine, a tale that would be passed down through the ages.
Lu Zhi gazed up at the sky at a wistful forty-five-degree angle. "Xiaoyu clearly is..."
She lowered her head and murmured, "Never mind. I may have no man, but I still have the realm!"
