Three Years After My Daughter and I Died

Three years after my daughter and I died, my husband, who had been married to me for five years, attacked the imperial city and proclaimed himself emperor. The first thing he did was to find me. "Eat my flesh and drink my blood." I sat under the shade of a tree, holding my daughter in my arms, pointing at him and saying, "That's your father." My daughter puffed up her face and didn't even look at him. Her expression was exactly the same as his. Looking at the ambition on his face, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unfortunately, he arrived too late, and my daughter and I were already dead.