Heart Under Siege

Synopsis:

At twelve, she made a wager with herself.

If they kept to themselves, she would lie low beneath the waves. If they stirred up a storm, she would turn the seas against them.

She had fallen from the clouds of a love that had made her forget everything. So let the whole world pay for it.

She said, “The last thing I need in this life is someone worrying about me.”

She said, “I hope to go through my whole life needing nothing, so I’ll have nothing to bear.”

She said, “I just can’t accept that after more than a decade of grinding an iron rod into a needle, I still haven’t reached the day when my heart feels nothing.”

She said, “I’m only here to say goodbye.”

She said, “I won’t kill you, and I won’t let anyone else get the chance to kill you. The greatest punishment I can give you is to make you live as long as possible.”

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She was not a monk who sought the Buddha’s path with all his heart, and so she would not awaken to the mortal world and retreat into the monastery. She was an ordinary person.

She simply did not believe in eternity and had no regard for mercy.

She simply became heartless before she ever had the chance to fall in love.

Her heart was simply too hard. Before she could encounter a beautiful obstacle like the monk had, the wind had already weathered away her capacity to feel.

Whether she met such an obstacle, fell into it, or lost herself in it for a time no longer mattered. Because

she had already become the person she was now.

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She is a ruthless, cold-blooded woman, born in the name of compassion, yet bent on destroying hearts.

Every step she takes reveals the forceful, unrestrained nature in her bones. The word “weakness” has no place in her dictionary.

If you love her, that is your misfortune.

If you can catch a corner of her fluttering skirt as she dances among the clouds, then you are fortunate.

★★A supporting character★★

[Ji Weiyang’s words]

One

He was Ji Weiyang, who had sought shelter from the mortal world in the Buddha’s presence.

In the vast, frozen north, he and the woman he loved waited for the setting sun beneath endless yellow sands, but they parted amid falling snow at winter’s end.

The dream of his life stopped at the Buddha’s gate. So the hopeless Ji Weiyang could never take another step forward, even in death, nor could he turn back.

Collapsed in grief, Ji Weiyang knelt in the cold snow, holding the dead woman in his arms. The yellow sand still lay beneath the white snow, but his life had already left with her.

Two

The Buddha’s Jueming tapped the wooden fish and chanted with Weiyang’s memories. The lingering echoes filled the hall.

That year, clutching my greed, I sought redemption in despair. Snow and ice stretched without end, and I had exhausted both sorrow and joy...

That year, I knelt and gazed upon your mysterious Dharma form. The chime echoed, and beneath your solemn gaze, my hair fell like snow...

That year, beneath the Buddha’s roof, I sang in a long, low voice. Seated cross-legged on the cushion, was I a demon or a devout believer?

Buddha, the snowy wilderness was bitterly cold. I died before I could worship you.

So as the world rose and fell, I could no longer feel compassion.

Three

Those people spent every day fervently chasing an illusory, hurtful false justice. Had they ever turned back to look at their parents, whose hair had turned white? Had they ever treated their devoted wives with tenderness and care? Had they ever helped raise the babies in their swaddling clothes? They called themselves champions of justice, yet how many families had they shattered with their butcher’s blades? So he gave them thirty years. If they turned back, they should seize those thirty years, cleanse their hearts of slaughter, return to their loving fathers and strict mothers, and find the joy of a home filled with children. Sadly, not one turned back. All of them went mad in their embrace of so-called righteousness, willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause, and resolutely drove their blades into their own hearts.

What had blinded the people of this world, so they could no longer see the love between parents and children?

With blades of slaughter in their hands, they waved them about and shouted that they would uphold truth and goodness. But what were they trampling beneath their feet?

★This is my first time writing. It’s just something I made in my spare time. Please support and encourage me. I’d be deeply grateful for votes or even a comment!★

★Strongly recommend a friend’s novel★

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Absolutely fantastic!

A clever heroine and a powerful emperor!

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