Clavicle Bone

In the golden cage I built with my own hands, Chu Yan, the young prince of the enemy country, was once imprisoned. He rubbed the cage bars day after day and swore with bloody stains: "Xiao Jin, one day I will cut you into pieces." Later, he wore a yellow robe and led his army to conquer our capital, but locked me in the same golden cage. In the black iron cage, he pinched my chin and asked, "Why didn't you kill me back then?" I lowered my eyes and did not dare to look at his blood-stained dragon robe: "His Highness once said... That I would take revenge with my own hands." He suddenly let go of his hand and laughed, his laughter echoing in the empty palace. Until the night of the palace coup, the rebels' arrows shot through the window lattice. When I could throw him down, my back was already full of arrows. Blood trickled down the golden cage, staining the half key that fell out of his sleeve red. "Now..." I raised my hand with difficulty to touch his blood-stained skirt, "... His Highness can be cut into pieces." He held my increasingly cold body and sat in the cage, locking the cage door from the inside. The moonlight illuminated a line of small words on the top of the cage - that was the curse carved in blood by Chu Yan. Now there is a newly engraved response next to the handwriting: "As you wish, I will be imprisoned."