National Subjugation

The 300,000-strong army marched in, and I thought it was just a flash in the pan; after strategizing and winning a thousand-mile victory, I thought everything was turning around; it wasn't until my brother's eyes gradually showed embarrassment that I finally realized it. When I was young and frivolous, my mother would always touch my head and say softly: "Jinlan, no one is indispensable. You must know how to be grateful and humble." Thinking about it now, my mother's eyes full of love and hope often hover in my mind, but everything will never happen again. Sixteen years have passed, and God has finally transformed me into something. I can't imitate other women's wandering glances like a startled dragon, nor can I imitate the gentle and quiet beauty who shines like a spring flower. My mother's indifference and my father's disgust eventually turned me into a demon, a terrible woman who takes war as her joy. How much did she go to in exchange for others' happy time? How much did she give up in exchange for peace and smoothness for her lover? How much did she lose in exchange for the lifetime expectations of her relatives? In just twenty-one years, what kind of ups and downs she experienced and what kind of desires she faced. There is no need for this, but it is no match for the control of fate. Dear, this is my first update. I apologize for any shortcomings. Thank you for watching. .