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In the winter of the 21st year of Jianyuan, on the 17th day of the 11th month of the lunar calendar, she was tied to the towering gate of Chang'an City. Inside the city, the people who had been besieged for a year were all emaciated and skinny from hunger, but they all used their last bit of strength to shout: "Kill the witch! Kill the witch!" But outside the city, there were thousands of troops, led by the man in a white robe, with a tall and straight figure. The wind was blowing hard, the flags were fluttering, and his handsome face was reflected in the shadow, which flickered brightly and darkly. "Do you want to use me to blackmail him?" She turned to look at the dying king beside her and said with a bitter smile: "Your Majesty, you overestimate my weight."