I never thought that I would be associated with these four words: "disaster for the country and the people."
"Lingchi execution", I never thought that I would end up with such an ending.
During the twelfth lunar month of winter, I knelt barefoot in the heavy goose feather snow that was flying all over the sky. My fine cotton clothes became as hard as iron armor in the biting cold wind. Despite being numb and dead, the familiar figure in Jinluan Palace has not appeared for a long time. His ruthlessness made Feng become ruthless and unjust.
I don't want him to take his life back, I just want to see him one last time, that's all...
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