Prologue

The first bell rang left with a moment of silence, before the second ring. Anyone would know without having to ask any question. It is evident that now there is something important happening in the city.

At the royal palace of Qi Xiang, in the residence of a person, that person was sitting in front of a large antique brass mirror that was set on a light wood vanity.

The reflection in the mirror is a woman with a thin body in a simple black man costume. Her shoulder posture was straight, she was sitting still, calm, and concealed by the aura of power

Her skin was smooth, highly polished black hair is boxing up, adorned with a pin with jade color shaped as a gilded dragon.

Her eyes were closed and there was the end of the seventh bell. Then when her eyelids were opening slowly, revealing what is hidden inside.

The bell rang seven times, as expected, a member of the royal family is stepping on the path to the hereafter.

She looked at her own reflection, without any expression or emotion. Her hand were holding a small dagger.

in the foreground Before moving the other arm out And then pull down the sleeve to the elbow Revealing white skin like jade, milk color

Is the seven dark convex lines from the outer surface, parallel to the oblique line Equal distance All lengths are equal. As if the birth of these wounds Were calculated well

The cool metal tip sank on the soft texture. Khom Bang Si Ngoen was dragged slowly over the first line. Slit warm to separate the desire of the dagger holder. Origin which one cross

The droplets of the organic thick, gradually absorbed, flowing, dyeing, emollient and soothing. In unison with which the blossoms of the petals stretch out into one crevice

The end of the water is shimmering, the liquid is moved up against the lips Light pink tongue, lick, blotting things from the shiny silver surface Before flicking and swallowing until hungry Sharp eyes shine brightly The mark of satisfaction stretches wide.

One end ...

Around the air mass around the body suddenly lower The wind blows violently and weakly. Even the hot dawn is inversely diluted.

If it's just the beginning ... just the beginning!