The Prisoner of Beauty

Dark clouds gathered over the mountains of Shu, heralding an impending storm. Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind burst open the windows, violently rattling the frames with sharp, staccato sounds.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood. Four or five young women in palace attire lay on the floor, in a pool of crimson. These women were all consorts of Emperor Liu Yan of the Later Han.
Moments earlier, Liu Yan had summoned these women and watched as his eunuch, Liu Shan, slaughtered them.
“Your Majesty, the empress...” Liu Shan said, dragging his blood-drenched blade toward the slightly trembling Xiao Qiao on the couch.
Liu Yan turned slowly, his unfocused gaze falling on Xiao Qiao. His eyes gradually filled with sorrow, reluctance, and profound pain. He walked towards her, finally standing before her. His cold fingers gently caressed her face before he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
