The Cracked Silk Fabric Is More Sharp Than the Heart

When Bao Si entered Haojing to save her father, she was stabbing the dagger into her right shoulder when the flames burned through the silk book - the blood spread over the birthmark, and the rumors were shattered into powder. King You played with the ends of her hair: "The chess pieces should not ask about the chess game." For three years, she accompanied him to burn out the trust of the princes, and let the iron hooves of the dogs and soldiers trample the nine tripods to pieces. In the rain at Lishan Mountain, she picked up his crown: "The history books will write that the enchantress harmed the country." He smiled and held her scarred shoulder tightly: "Then let future generations guess - who was the first to be sincere in this scene."