Of the cruelest phrases in the world, things have remained the same but people have changed was one, and the blue sea turned into mulberry fields counted as another. The Great Ming had long since been buried, such that even the skeletons of its mortal enemies no longer remained, and all the obsessions had been overturned by the vicissitudes of time; there wasn't anyone who remembered the nation's animosity or the family's hatred; it was only she herself who remembered. Qin Liangyu sank into the calm of the emptiness, as if a young child who had been abandoned, her crane-white hair and chicken-skin wrinkles contrasting absurdly with her confused expression; she grasped the pole of her qiang once more, her left hand extending, falling above the dead leaves, her fingers curling slightly into claws; the leaves, as if having been raised up, formed halfway into a person's shape; she released them, and they fell onto the ground like scattered sand. Oh, all in vain…the veins a