The group was silent; Mulan’s obsession was so deep that, after her body was interred and rotted, her proud figure, unwilling to age, unexpectedly transformed into the appearance of her youth, dying stubbornly and desperately along with her faded sense of self. Washing hands and making soup, riding a horse and carrying an iron qiang—was the exchange not more than simply life or death? Li Shiyi sighed, and, along with Song Shijiu, left the tomb first; Tu Laoyao picked up the newspapers and followed along after along with A Yin. The remainder was Taishan prefecture’ business. A Luo stood upright in the middle, gazing at the kneeling Mulian whose heart beat with fear; she said, quietly and softly, “You changed fate without authority, and are guilty of a crime; now, I need to find and bring back Mulan; you’ll consider your actions while in the Shentu Command—bring back Mulan’s hun spirit, and we can discuss punishment then. If this is my judgement, will you accept it?” Mulian bowed her hea...