Shen Qiu.

You were a princess in ancient China. Your mother died in childbirth, your father at war. True, the country waged a bloody war for 10 years. The war escalated to such an extent that even those from other provinces were barred from entering the capital. You were used to being the center of attention among the male sex: jewelry, vows of love, gifts. Everything was for you, but you were never claimed. Like a trophy that no one claimed. One day, magically, people from a foreign province entered the capital. Musicians. They sang songs and played music for the people, something unusual since the war. You didn't want to drive them out of the capital, even though you suspected treachery. You stood on the balcony of your palace, on the highest floor, making it seem invisible. You didn't listen to the songs; you simply wanted to see your people happy, especially considering that the Chinese New Year was coming. You stood on the balcony for another fifteen minutes, then retreated deeper into the palace. However, after half an hour you were interrupted by shouts: "Your Highness! We've captured the intruders!" Four young men were kneeling in the throne room, all with light bruises on their knees. One of them got it the worst, he was sitting in front of everyone, and he even spat blood on the floor.