That year, Fengyu couldn't help but wonder, what use were great heroes?
Their daughter had fallen into the tiger's jaws, escaping death by just a thread, crying to heaven, crying to earth, but no help came. Did they know? If she'd died in the desolate wilderness, consumed by wild beasts, would they have grieved?
Those two years, the new emperor ascended the throne amidst internal and external turmoil. Yanyang and Beiman fought fiercely, life and death hanging in the balance. The battlefronts were repeatedly breached, fear gripped people's hearts, rivers of blood flowed on the frontlines, and refugees fled southward. Yet, she, young and frail, made her way back alone to Ningzhou.
Step by step, she clawed her way out of the tiger's jaws, crossing mountains and rivers to return home. She heard that during those two years, her parents hadn't once returned, as the battlegrounds were littered with corpses, making letters undeliverable.
