Lishan

I was a government official's daughter—willful, but beloved by all. Most of all, I loved hunting: the wind, the scent of the forest, the tautness of the bowstring…
When I was twelve, I met a boy—he was thirteen, and we fought constantly. But one day, I saved him while hunting, and from then on, a quiet friendship grew between us.
When I turned eighteen, my father told me I was marrying a prince. I was furious—until I saw the groom. He turned out to be my childhood friend. Over time, our friendship blossomed into love, and by the age of twenty-seven, we were not just spouses, but loyal allies.
But disaster struck: bandits attacked a neighboring village, and then they reached our lands. They stole girls and spread fear. I couldn't sit idly by—I picked up my bow and defended those who couldn't defend themselves.
One day, I rushed to rescue my maid—and ended up in the clutches of bandits myself. In their camp, I didn't lose my nerve: I cooked soup, mixed in poison, waited until the enemies fell asleep, and led the captives away.
My husband was defending the border at the time, but he searched for me tirelessly. And when death was already reaching out to me, he came and slew the enemy.
A week later, I returned to my home village, hoping for gratitude. Instead, I was met with hatred: vile gossip swirled through the village, and the crowd threw stones and rotten fruit at me. My beloved servant died in the chaos.
And now I was faced with a choice: to endure this injustice or to take another step.

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