There are battles in all places. On August, fifteenth year of Yuanxi, far away in the west border, millions of soliders were defending Ningshuo from Hulan. Blood flowed like rivers, sadness grew in greatness; at the same time, my gorgeous puberty rite in the Taiji Palace of Jianning. It’s a start of another secret battle. Maybe from then on, everything changed…no, nothing had changed. Only a light-hearted princess grew up, and was dragged into the fierce game at last.
(Source: catherineofbraganza, via xenaathena)
