In the 136th year of Hong Ji, Lin Ziye, the first queen of the Flame Kingdom, committed suicide by a river. She was only forty-two years old.
The news quickly spread to the Ice Kingdom. The prime minister, Mr. Xiao Shi, walked back and forth dozens of times in the court, finally asking the only question that was beyond the scope of his responsibilities in more than ten years.
Dare I ask where she committed suicide by the river?
Wujiang River.
The prime minister, who was already forty-seven or eighty years old and had always been aloof, took off his armor for the first time, revealing scars all over his body. He cried like a lost child in the huge, silent and magnificent court.
"I will never let you be Yu Ji in the story."
"Okay."
I said I would never let you be the Concubine Yu in the story, nor would I want you to be the Xi Tzu in the history books, but I'm sorry, but I failed you in the end, not only did you become Xi Tzu, but I also made you end up like the Concubine Yu. I'm sorry.
——Xiao Shi
If possible, I would rather never meet you.
——Lin Ziye
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance