August of the third year of Jiaping, autumn's chill was like water, the war between Jiaping and Yongzhi had been ongoing for two years, still in the midst of flames.
In the depths of a mountain forest in the Shu region, a haggard figure moved quickly through the woods, gripping a bloody Short Sword. Only when she could run no longer did she lean against a large tree, clutching her abdomen, and pant heavily.
This person, with Black Hair tied into a ponytail, had scratches on her face from branches, some blood smudged on her face, looking extremely disheveled, but her eyes remained bright as stars in stark contrast.
Further down, this person wore fitted attire, yet unable to conceal her noticeably swollen abdomen.
The disheveled woman caressed her abdomen, her brows furrowed, hissing in pain, cursing through clenched teeth: "Damn it, never thought I, Wu Fu, would have such a disgraceful day."
