Xiao Jing: Prequel

The catkins of Chang'an City have fallen all over the ground, reflecting old dreams of the past. She was a remnant of the Liang family. She got married when she was still young and became a widow at the age of twenty-two. Now, she is the nanny of a five-year-old girl in a noble lady's house. Deep in the boudoir, she took out a golden phoenix walking wave. The phoenix eyes inlaid with lapis lazuli are as deep as the night, and the golden threads tremble gently in the candlelight. "The historical pen and sword belong to them." Her voice was as light as catkins, "This artifact belongs to you." The arrogance in the girl's eyes gradually faded, reflecting a cold light in her phoenix eyes. Catkins in Chang'an are still flying. Only this time, they are no longer drifting, but seeds.