Perguntando às Montanhas e Rios
No final da dinastia Jing, desastres naturais eram frequentes, guerras incessantes, trabalhos forçados pesados e o povo vivia em sofrimento. Pei Qinghe liderou centenas de membros de sua tribo na luta
“Men! Charge with me!”
Pei Qinghe shouted sharply, gripping her long sword tightly in her right hand. She kicked her horse’s flank with force. Her beloved steed, which had accompanied her through countless battles over the years, galloped swiftly, hooves pounding the earth.
The eagle banner embroidered with a red “Pei” fluttered fiercely in the wind.
Ahead of them, the imperial army’s routed soldiers fled in disarray.
Behind her, the formidable Pei family cavalry surged with unmatched bravery.
If she won this battle, she would no longer have to wander east or west. Her Pei army could truly establish itself and carve out its own territory. From then on, she could ensure peace and prosperity for everyone around her...
Suddenly, a venomous arrow, like a snake’s strike, slipped silently through the thunderous clatter of hooves and pierced her back.
First, she heard the fierce shouts of her guards, then the searing pain that tore through her soul.
Who had shot her in the back?
Who had betrayed her?
Filled with sorrow and rage, she summoned all her strength to turn her head, locking eyes with the twisted, triumphant face behind her. Then, she closed her eyes and fell heavily from her horse.
Darkness swallowed the world.
Even in death, there was no peace.
The wailing cries echoed relentlessly in her ears.
Not a moment’s quiet.
She frowned in irritation.
“Qinghe,” the sobbing voice called her name, fading in and out, “Qinghe, wake up.”
Her fingertips twitched.
A pair of so