This point truly surprised Chen Qingshui.
Her first instinct was that she didn't want it to be this way.
She had met the empress of the Great Cheng Dynasty, a beauty without peer, bold yet meticulous.
She had also seen that sinister Eighth Prince on top of the city walls, dauntless in battle, peerlessly handsome.
The troops of the Great Cheng Dynasty were fearless as well.
Those people, she didn't want to watch them all die.
More importantly, there were the subjects of Ji Yun Country.
She thought, they too deserved to live.
These past years, the internal strife of Ji Yun Country, her sister Chen Ruobai's temper and outbursts, had left the citizens reeling as if between ice and fire.
Women could act recklessly without the restraint of law, naturally leading to chaos.
Men bowed their heads as subjects, yet lost their vigor, a sight to lament.
