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The time in this world is all staggered, as if it was specially arranged by God, or maybe it's God's unfairness, or maybe we're too greedy. But I don't want to be like them one day and do whatever it takes. But how can there be any person in this world who can "come out of the mud without being stained, and wash through the pure ripples without being evil"?

The story begins like this. She was the last eldest princess of the Li Kingdom who was supposed to be tendered by the years. The hands that were supposed to pick up the rusty needlework to embroider the mountains and rivers instead picked up swords. The face was supposed to be lightly swiped with pink and smile like flowers, but unexpectedly it left scars one after another. Her hair should have been covered with hairpins, but it was tied up high with a crown. Her body should have been wearing silk and satin, but instead she was wearing cold armor.