Mu Xuehuang froze as she watched the scenes unfolding before her.
Why was the Mara Holy Son in the vision?
Why had the Mara Holy Son seized this common woman?
What did any of this have to do with the dynasty's destruction?
Questions sprang up in Mu Xuehuang's mind like bamboo shoots after the rain.
She did not know the answers, yet vaguely, she did.
Soon, Mu Xuehuang recalled the Mara Holy Son's last audience with her, when he had requested a marriage alliance between their dynasties.
She had flatly refused him. "The women of Great Li will not go to a bitter, frozen wasteland like the Mara Dynasty!"
She had thought the matter was over. Afterward, the Mara Dynasty had stopped attacking their borders.
Could there have been some truth behind it that she knew nothing about?
Mu Xuehuang's expression shifted between light and shadow as she continued watching.
In the vision, the woman was taken away.
Piercing sobs. Desperate screams.
They made Mu Xuehuang's scalp prickle.
Perhaps because she was a woman herself, Mu Xuehuang felt her anguish deeply.
Her nails dug into her flesh, but she did not even notice the pain.
Then the scene shifted. The war had been won.
The man returned as promised.
But the house was empty. The woman was nowhere to be seen.
He called softly a few times, but there was still no answer.
At first, he thought she had gone out, but as the minutes and seconds passed, she still did not return.
Worried, the man went out to ask around and search for her.
Yet the moment the villagers saw that he had returned, they avoided him as though he were a plague god.
Then he overheard a few idlers chatting nearby.
"Did you hear? A bunch of