When Liang Yuchao was nine years old, the pear blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom. His father and brother took the emperor's orders and went to the frontier. The horses neighed and the weapons were sharpened. That year, the Liang family was the most loyal and sharp sword in His Majesty's hand.
But the next year, the rebellious minister who wanted to usurp the throne broke the sword completely in the sheath.
Men were killed in battle, and female family members were killed. Unfounded charges blocked the Liang family's way of survival. The entire Liang family was slaughtered, and the piles of corpses were like an endless ridge.
She fled in the heavy rain for several days before she managed to survive with a breath of air. In order to take revenge, she removed bones and drew blood, practiced evil arts, and even turned herself into a Shura ghost.
She knew she was on a road that would never dawn, so she changed her name to Xiang Wan.
But I met someone again, whose heart was as full as the moon.
He insists on carrying the sword for her, blowing the soup for her, chokes on her clumsy tongue, and insists on chasing her thousands of miles away, but only to give her a pill.
But she had long been accustomed to seeing death and killing, and she was so aware of the intrigue that even looking at the full moon would only make her feel dazzling.
But when he pierced through the layers of darkness and stood beside her in front of all the troops, at that moment Xiang Wan's hand holding the knife was frustrated for the first time.
In the blood feud, she was in a daze for a moment.
It seemed like in the early spring of that year, she smelled the fragrance of pear blossoms.
Intention: Born towards the sun, firm in justice, self-reliant and self-salvation
