The Firecloud Sky Halberd

The candlelight flickered and swayed. She lay weakly on the bed, feeling her life ebb away.

A salty, bloody taste rose in her throat again, and she forced herself to swallow it.

Today was the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. Three years ago on this day, full of hopes and trepidation, she had married into the General’s household.

So three years later, she had deliberately chosen this day, her wedding anniversary, to breathe her last.