Before an open area of the center city of the second largest tribe in Nanman, a young lady was having a fighting match with a bulky man in the circle of red ropes.
Apparently she did not stand a chance to win in terms of the physique.
However, the result was a surprise. The young lady claimed the overwhelming victory, getting a clap of an old man on the seat.
Chief: So the mentor was not lying. Rong is gifted for the martial arts. That’s very different from your mother as a sorceress.
Young Zhurong: Thank you, father.
Chief: Em...very well. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be learning from the general. I’m counting on you to assist me in the future.
First Lady: Dear me! Don’t you think our lovely Rong should be learning how to be a decent wife instead?
Young Zhurong: No. I want to be father’s good helper. I promise to make every effort to study from the general.
Then, Zhurong left after a bow, ignoring the explicit hostility of the First Lady.
???: So you joined it…
Young Zhurong: Sister! Why did you come? You haven’t recovered yet.
Sister: It’s because my little stubborn sister would never listen to stay out of the fight.
Young Zhurong: ...I just hope to fight for a better favored treatment for you. With father’s appreciation, our mother will no longer be the underdog as a concubine.
Sister: ...Stop the empty talk, Rong. Even though our living is mediocre, mother and I are satisfied with this peaceful life.
Young Zhurong: ...But I am not. Why should I bow down to those ignorant fools? I just can’t fit in...sister?
Sister touched Zhurong’s cheek with a bitter smile.
Sister: Rong, you’re a sleeping beast. Your awakening will be the doom of the world. Soon you’ll bring infinite killing and disaster to the world.
Young Zhurong: ...Sister, what are you talking about? You must be sick. Let’s go home.
Zhurong shifted the topic as her sister’s words seized her sore spot.
Sister: “Sigh...Looks like peaceful days are gonna end soon.”
Sister’s presage soon came true. Zhurong’s house was in full blaze as she returned from the general’s barracks. Shocked, she strode but saw her mother and sister lie ahead of the door.
Young Zhurong: Mother! Sister!
Sister: Rong...sorry...I couldn’t save mother…
Zhurong’s heart sank as she carried the cold body of her mother. Her beady eyes reflected the flames in the surrounding.
Young Zhurong: ...It must be the First Lady. She envies me gaining the appreciation from father and did this...How dare her...I’m gonna kill them all!
As her animosity was aroused, the sparks nearby transformed into a ferocious fire beast; When Zhurong was about to leave, someone hugged her from behind.
Sister: Rong, don’t go!
Young Zhurong: Let me go.
Sister: NO! Once you step across your bottom line, you can never go back. Please...cough!
Young Zhurong: Sister!
Her sister barely survived the fire scene, but stopping Zhurong had exhausted her on top of the burnt injuries; an acute pain from the chest made her gasp for breath weakly.
This poor situation had put out the bloodlust of Zhurong; and the fire beast popped out also vanished.
Sister: Rong...It’s good to be back…
Young Zhurong: “I can’t leave my sister alone...I shall abandon that ambition in order to protect her.”
For the sake of her one-and-only sister, Zhurong decided to suppress her desire and quit assisting her father, so as to lead a normal life with the family.
However, her sister’s health did not get any better after the fire. Few years later, she passed away.
Zhurong intended to continue this peaceful life, but the First Lady did not let go, instigating the Chief to make her marry the second son of the Hua tribe, who had an abusive tendency to his wives.
For her own good, Zhurong came to Meng Huo…
Meng Huo listened to Zhurong to be the successor of the tribe. In the cause of cutting off the unfair agreement with Cao Cao, Zhurong made Meng Huo kill his own brother ahead of Cao Cao.
For the sake of Nanman, he had to.
Later on back to the residence, no matter how the water washed away the blood, the reek seemed to stay on his body.
Meng Huo: “I...killed my brother…”
Hard to bear the fact, Meng Huo was rubbing his skin to bleed as a punishment, until someone grabbed his hand.
Meng Huo: Dear, why did you?
Meng Huo felt uncomfortable to be naked in front of Zurong. The marriage was just nominal as they had never had any intimacy.
In Meng Huo’s heart, Zhurong was an important one. He should never take advantage of her without love.
Zhurong: Why you never touch me?
Meng Huo: I don’t want to.
Zhurong: What if I want it?
Meng Huo: ...If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.
Zhurong: Do it with me then.
Zhurong embraced Meng Huo to lean her tender skin on his muscular body. Stiff at the beginning, Meng Huo took back the control to show his masculinity.
After the thing had done, she barely slept at night, stroking Meng Huo’s sleeping face. A strange yet numb feeling rose, as if a needle gently touched her heart.
Zhurong: “This man even bent his will for me. Is it what we called love?”
Floral aroma had filled the entire room. Wisps of scented smoke in the air added tranquility to the atmosphere. Zhurong was concentrating on the affairs of Nanman, but it was soon interrupted by a group of kids.
The kid was grabbed off the ground. Startled, he kept on crying. During the struggle, Zhurong was kicked, which made her even angrier at the moment. A fire beast was summoned to glare at the other kids in the room.
Zhurong: All of you stop!
Seeing the ferocious Zhurong, the kids froze and burst into tears. Then a man came in; like a saviour, all the kids were running to his back.
Meng Huo: Didn’t I tell you not to play in this room?