Duoji had a dream.
In the dream,
he was still a young boy of thirteen or fourteen.
He climbed the Wolf Mountain of the Royal Court, which was covered in snow all year round, and brought back a Snow Lotus.
He thought,
his brother had been weak since childhood, and the High Priest said the Snow Lotus was a sacred medicine of the Royal Court, sure to make him better.
The next moment, it was Jiang Qu who took the Snow Lotus, his face changed, and he stabbed a sharp blade into Duoji's chest.
The stab was so vicious, replaying over and over in his mind. No matter how hard Duoji tried, he couldn't ask, why?
It hurt so much.
He heard Jiang Qu say that if he didn't die, then it would be me.
Duoji didn't want to die... if someone had to die between him and Jiang Qu, Jiang Qu should have just told him. He always thought Jiang Qu was so smart, that when he grew up, he would be an even greater warrior of the Royal Court than himself.
But why did he have to kill him with his own hands?
