That night, after downing a cup of wine, she woke to find her martial arts crippled, her throat poisoned and silenced, and the tendons in her hands and feet severed. Her beloved husband held the younger sister she had spoiled since childhood and told her he was sick of her self-righteousness, sick of her not knowing how to be gentle like a woman, and sick of her having a higher standing among the common people than he did.
For him, she gave up soft robes for the wind and rain. For him, she gave up her delicate womanhood to conquer the land. She did it only so she could stand beside him, so he could sleep easy, and so she could give him a flourishing empire.
But what did she get in the end?
Just the words: He was sick of it, sick of every sacrifice she had ever made for him.
This was the reward she received!
Six years of war, three years sharing a pillow, and a cup of poisoned wine!
Tears fell suddenly. She lowered her gaze, and they turned blood-red.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Hatred, endless hatred, filled her chest.
People may betray her, but Heaven will not.
When she opened her eyes again, she lived on in another form!
In this life, even if she must descend into the depths of hell, she will have her revenge!
Theme: The final meeting, the self from the beginning
