On hiatus; I don't know when I'll continue.
That day, dressed in a scarlet wedding gown, I stood atop the high wall and saw my general lead a million troops to breach my country's defenses. I gave a bitter, relieved smile, then leaped from the hundred-foot wall without hesitation.
Protecting my country and marrying him were enough. I managed to do both.
He never knew I was the princess of Chu, nor that I was the one he had been betrothed to.
We were fellow disciples, close friends since childhood, but in a century of chaos, the fields were strewn with red bones and pale faces.
In my previous life, I suffered so much grief that I refused reincarnation and willingly became a dark stone in the underworld. After that, I watched my proud, unyielding general be pierced through the heart by countless swords, never meeting a peaceful end in any lifetime.
The man I loved with all my heart was righteous and noble, with iron in his bones.
How unjust the laws of heaven are.
On the day I went to my death, Meng Po called after me through her tears. "Your Highness, on this journey... please take good care of yourself."
I sighed at the heavens and said, "Granny, in my next life... please add a little more sugar to his Meng Po's Soup..."
What I never knew was that afterward, he shed three tears. Ghosts have no tears, and when they cry, their hearts die.
Theme: Resilience.
