Two heroines*Shang Huai, the orphan left in Nangong's disaster*Ji Rong, the usurping empress
Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, my sleeves were wet with tears. She vaguely saw the girl standing on the high platform that year. The girl was wearing blood-stained silver armor and holding a spear. She stood quietly amidst the crying and wailing, like Yama crawling out of hell. The new emperor Ji Rong ascended the throne and got rid of the old ministers of the previous dynasty. She just watched her parents and younger brother fall in front of her eyes. She hated it. How could she not hate it. From that moment on, she knew that she and her fate were already entangled. She didn't know that this entanglement would never stop for life after life.
Intention: love
