My name is Wang Waner, and I was born in a small fishing village in the southern border of Cangwu Kingdom.
Some people say that on the day I was born, purple clouds came from the east and scattered over my house.
Some people say that after I was born, all the flowers in the garden at home had faded, and not a single blade of grass had grown in three years.
I thought I would spend my whole life peacefully in this small fishing village, just like the Zhao sister next door, who married a strong fisherman when she was 14 or 5 years old, gave birth to several fat and white babies, weaved and mended nets every day, and waited for the fishing boats carrying my men to disappear in the sky and sea, growing from small to large.
However, all this suddenly changed when I was five years old.