Chapter 2, Western Liang

The burning pain below the waist, the dry pain in the throat, the cracking pain in the skin, the dull pain within the body... It seems that this body is not only severely injured externally, but also appears to have sustained internal injuries.

This body ... ... has indeed been subjected to considerable suffering

It is said that extremely thin clouds drift along the edge of the azure moon, slowly yet swiftly, like delicate threads, resembling the shawl on the arm of a slender woman

Double knots entwined, a heart within a heart. At the time of tying this knot by hand, filled with joy and affection, beneath the red candle, in the splendid courtyard, amidst the layers of gauze, the woman smiles gracefully, her delicate fingers weaving like flowers, tying a knot to remember the heart of her beloved. Your heart and my heart, united day by day... Every thread is filled with affection, every inch is filled with happiness. Yet, it was never known that affection cannot withstand the unpredictability of life and death, nor the scheming of hidden agendas, nor the treachery of the Western Liang Dynasty, which repays kindness with enmity, ultimately resulting in an eternal and unsolvable deadlock. Your heart and my heart, united day by day... Every thread is filled with affection, every inch is filled with happiness. Yet, it was never known that affection cannot withstand the unpredictability of life and death, nor the scheming of hidden agendas, nor the treachery of the Western Liang Dynasty, which repays kindness with enmity, ultimately resulting in an eternal and unsolvable deadlock.

In the corner of the room, a woman leans at an angle, her long hair cascading down, revealing a pale face. Yet she is still alive, as the faintest moan escapes her lips.

Qin Changge's lips slowly curled into a cold smile

When Qin Changge opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene

If it's to be beheaded, then so be it, Qin Changge thought lazily, perhaps he could return to his previous life and continue living that convenient life with televisions, computers, bars, and airplanes

Raising her aching fingers, she gently brushed her lips. What her fingertips touched was dry skin with faint cracks. Qin Changge looked at her fingertips in the moonlight and, without any surprise, discovered a faint trace of blood.

This knot, was it from her previous life in the Western Liang Dynasty, or was it something she occasionally played with while presiding over the six palaces as the esteemed Guifei? Other concubines saw it and expressed their fondness, so they began to replicate it. Eventually, the palace maids, envious of this, also learned to make it. Although the Western Liang royal family had strict regulations regarding the attire of women in the palace, they did not go so far as to categorize silk threads into grades. Moreover, she was a benevolent mistress, and over time, it became a trend within the palace

Upon waking again, she found herself in this body. Qin Changge slowly lowered her head to examine her attire: a blue dress and a white top, with a silk tassel resembling a ruyi hanging at her waist, tied in a simple yet exquisite knot

A faint moan lingered in the air, and a thick atmosphere of death enveloped the dimly lit, dark room. In this deep, dark chamber, Qin Changge extended his hand and gently touched the lifeless female body beside him; the touch was cold, indicating that she had been dead for quite some time.

Midnight, a cool breeze, accompanied by a grim moon

Qin Changge frowned, thinking, why wear it on a sickly person? Look at this identity, she is just a palace maid who has recently been punished. It is unclear what crime she committed, and who knows, by tomorrow morning, she might be dragged out for execution.

The pure white hem of the skirt brushed against the bluestone ground, staining it with scattered bloodstains, as if the plum blossoms were blooming in tragic beauty. Qin Changge's footsteps suddenly came to a halt

It was somewhat difficult to get up. Qin Changge hugged her knees in deep thought. In her previous life, she had just been accepted into an art academy. During her first outing to sketch, she encountered an earthquake. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, leading to chaos and death. Amidst the endless turmoil, she vaguely remembered a vast screen suddenly unfolding before her eyes. Memories from her past life flowed quietly across the screen like a rewind, clear and swift, showcasing the legendary life of a woman. That woman, like a mysterious flower blooming under the moonlight, unfolded gracefully in the vast world, dressed lightly, with a gentle smile and a slight frown, skillfully managing her affairs while deeply entangled in emotions. Yet, what she ultimately remembered in shock was that final scene, a tragic bloodbath, the conclusion of being buried in a sea of flames.

Bending down, he reached out to brush aside the disheveled hair stuck to the woman's face by sweat, carefully examining her delicate features. Under her gaze, the woman stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes, her expression blank.

The voice laughed without answering, gradually fading away

Tell me, "The voice of Qin Changge is gentle, and the gaze is indifferent: 'Who am I?'"

I heard that voice whispering in my ear: "Go, reclaim what you have lost. https://www.hetushu.com"

Her resting position was by a narrow small window, where the night wind howled in with a chill reminiscent of fine snow, lifting her black bangs and revealing her smooth forehead, on which a small three-leaf flower subtly bloomed.

In the midst of chaos, I ask in confusion: "What is loss, and what is gain?"

Leaning against the wall to support himself, he staggered through the bodies lying haphazardly, touching each one without changing his expression. He couldn't help but let out a slight sigh; these frail women ultimately could not endure the lack of food and medicine after severe punishment, their delicate forms transformed into faint shadows in the underworld

She immediately fell into a realm of darkness

In the swift passage of time, she heard an ancient voice slowly chant: "There is a phoenix, there is a new emperor, your grace I betray, my grace you repay, the torrents of flowing water, the splendid garments, unresolved enmity, not shared under the moonlight"

Indeed, it is the Western Liang Imperial Palace