They say that offering sacrifices to heaven requires the purest sacrifices.
So, it, the dark-colored cat on Concubine Shu's lap, was put into a golden cage.
They said it was a great honor.
It doesn't understand glory, it only remembers the cold snow under its paws, the cold eyes behind the bead curtain, and the increasingly hollow eyes on the dragon chair.
It's dead. In the name of "auspiciousness".
But its eyes are still "seeing"——
Look at the stench of wine in the rich family, look at the frozen bones on the road; look at the deep palace like a prison, with withering souls locked up; look at the emperor looking for his dead shadow in the blood and fire; look at this sacrifice that started with "cat sacrifice" and will never end...
There was a feast in the palace, but no one looked back at the altar.
No one remembers the humble palace maids who had the same name and fate as the cat and were crushed into dust long ago.
——From cats to humans, has there ever been a choice for sacrifice?
Concept: palace, fantasy