The Day He Broke My Thumb, I Laughed

I am a pipa performer who is well-known in Beijing. My song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" once made the late emperor cry. Until Qi Yan broke off my thumb and imprisoned me in another courtyard, taking every day's blood to support his fiancée. For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, my blood was fed into Shen Qingwan's throat, and my hatred was buried in every bowl of medicine. He crushed the only loquat candy I had and said that lowly people do not deserve to taste sweetness. He didn't know that that candy was the last thought my mother left for me. He also didn't know that Shen Qingwan's illness was a scam from beginning to end. On the night of the fire in the other courtyard, the prince surrounded the city with soldiers and horses. I leaned in his arms and took my last breath, smiling and saying—— "Qi Yan, the person you hold dear to your heart will die today. And I am the queen you carved out with your own hands. "