In the carriage, the woman was wrapped tightly in ermine fur, and she drank tea lightly. The amber tea soup reflected her amber pupils. The maid next to her was drowsy due to the shaking of the carriage.
A sudden sound broke through the air, and the quiet night was torn apart. There was a "ding" sound, followed by a muffled groan, and dozens of feather arrows fell down, stuck in the snow, and made no more noise. Opening another teacup, the woman poured herself some tea. The teapot was filled with steam, and she sighed. It was a pity that this set of putty official kilns would always be missing if one was missing. The wheels creaked and continued to move forward. On the snow behind the car, there was a pierced tea cup stuck in an arrow. .
Intention: Not afraid of power, bravely climb to the top