Chapter 3: The Daughter of Xuanwu

    Gasp!

    Monnapha jerked awake, feeling as though she had fallen from a great height. It was as if she was sucked into a black hole. She ruffled her hair and rubbed her face, then shut her eyes tightly again hoping to dispel the chaotic dream. Calm down... Calm down. She was planning to seriously engage in religious practice and stop frivolously visiting temples and shrines just to ask for luck.

    Alright... It's Monday today. I have classes in the morning...

    But...

    Monnapha forced herself to get up, only to find that the softness she thought was her bed turned out to be a vast field stretching as far as the eye could see. A gust of wind struck her face and whispered past, making the tips of the grass sway as if caressed by giant hands. Above, the sun was angling its rays, and Monnapha closed her eyes tightly once more, then reopened them. This time, she saw hawks circling high above and heard a distant, ominous creaking sound. Monnapha had never heard anything so terrifying before.

    What's that sound?

    It's clear...

    The scene unfolding before her was a grassy battlefield soaked in blood. Thousands of soldiers in ancient Chinese armor were engaged in brutal combat. Swords, spears, and bows tore lives apart, spattering blood everywhere. Some had their limbs severed yet still roared and charged at their enemies, disregarded their own life. Lined up archers continuously fired, the pressure of the battlefield so intense that it burst the blood vessels in every soldier's eyes, turning them deep red. They focused so intently on firing they didn't even realize their fingers were mangled by the strings of their bows.

    Utter savagery.

    Monnapha's first thought was that she must be dreaming, a bizarre, nested dream that felt both realistic and terrifying. The shrill, the clashing sounds of weapons, and the moans before the last breath of these ancient soldiers were terrified. Even the pungent smell of bloody mud were eerily vivid, seemed so realistic. The battlefield was inching closer to where she stood, allowing her to see the details of the armored soldiers more clearly. Their language was strange, unfamiliar to her ears.

    And then, one of the soldiers turned and saw her. He raised his sword without a second thought, intending to kill anything in his path. Monnapha was petrified, wanting to scream but forgetting how to open her mouth. The blood-stained sword was about to behead her.

    But just then, an arrow went through the air and struck the soldier in the back of the head. His eyes widened in shock, and he fell, dead, landing on her.

    "Scream!!"

    Monnapha struggled, shoving the corpse off her and crawled away in utmost fear. She tried to back away from the combat zone, unsure of where to go, so she hid behind a large rock, beginning to sob uncontrollably.

    "Quiet! If you're not going to fight, then get out of the way."

    A stern command startled Monnapha into silence. Standing before her was a young child with a clear face. This child dressed in clothes that convenient when moving, wore the hair in a bun like a man, holding a bow and arrows. Despite being dirty and disheveled, the child had a noble and distinguished air—if not royal, then definitely of high rank. Young but wielding weapons, boldly stepping into the battlefield alone, daring to the point of fearlessness.

    "Y... you saved me, right? Even though... even though it's just a dream, I... thank you very much."

    The child didn't respond, or perhaps didn't care about Monnapha's presence—it was unclear. With a look of cold detachment, the child vanished into the grass like a gust of wind that had passed by for just a moment.

    Monnapha froze in shock. Once she regained her composure, she quickly ducked behind a large rock for cover. Just seconds before, she vividly remembered being at a Chinese shrine in Chonburi Province. After offering her prayers and incense, she was about to leave when suddenly she found herself lined up in a surreal dimension among spirits.

    She encountered a Hawaiian shirt-wearing turtle calling itself ‘Daddy’.

    She met an old man with almost two meters long beard wearing stiletto heels, accompanied by a flock of cranes, and then a mysterious child on the battlefield...

    Dreams are always this complex. She wasn't sure if she would remember all the details when she woke up. So, Monnapha patted herself down to make sure she wasn't injured or hallucinating. No wounds on her head, her eyesight seemed fine, her limbs were all intact. When she touched her chest... it was flat, back to A cup. There, see? It was indeed just a dream. And then...

    "What is this..."

    The sight of blood splatter was horrifying enough, but Monnapha felt dizzy when she felt a turtle-shaped pendant with a rainbow-colored glass shell sparkling in the sunlight and surrounded by golden mists, as if enchanted. Monnapha froze. If everything was a dream, then how could this object be explained?

    "Ah... what should I do now? Turn left three times, turn right three, and then what?"

    Monnapha massaged between her eyebrows trying to recall. She prayed, reciting Buddhist chanting for divine intervention. Please quickly wake me up. Monnapha gripped the marble tightly and focusing intently. However, the marble remained silent; nothing happened. Oh dear, a dream is just a dream—a dream that shifts scenes until she wakes. She was currently dreaming of a war scene, so how could there possibly be a chatty turtle?

    "Hey, hey."

    A clear, bell-like voice called out. Monnapha looked up and glanced around for the source of the voice. "Here, here. Daddy is here... You’re using the marble wrong, so Daddy could only come in this form."

    A little turtle waved its front legs in greeting, perched on Monnapha's shoulder. It was smaller than her palm, glowing faintly as if sprinkled with golden dust, confirming that this little turtle was an avatar of Deity Xuanwu. The demonic snake also appeared alongside the turtle, wagging its tail happily and making noises. Monnapha locked eyes with the talking little turtle before covering her face with her hands, mumbling to herself.

    "This must be the karma from the last semester. The skeleton of a turtle and a snake that I built up and handed them to my professor as a part of assignment. Sabbe satta.”

    Deity Xuanwu then waved his front legs to get her attention, "Focus, babe. Are you hungry yet? Oh, even if you're hungry, there's nothing to eat, sorry. And yeah, that Moon Elder is pretty wicked, but Daddy's cooler. If it weren’t for that old geezer's interference, by now Daddy would have already delivered you to that young man's bed. Oh, Daddy has both good news and bad news to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

    For the first time in her life, Monnapha was being waved at by a turtle, so she blinked rapidly, came back to sense. Seeing the chatty turtle, Monnapha finally had to stop denying reality. She focused and began to figure out how to get home, repeating to herself a little motivation before stretching bravely. Whatever she was about to face, she was ready.

    However, a head that had just been severed rolled near her as if on cue. The head blinked and snapped its jaws, its eyes bloodshot and glaring.

    "Screeeech!! I can't!"

    She panicked and fled to sit huddled between a gap of large rock and some tall grass, sobing. Outside, soldiers fiercely clashed with blood and death covering the beautiful meadow. Corpses piled up, organs scattered everywhere flattening the grass like a drum surface, and several injured horses lay sideways like beached ships. The sounds of their pain were distressing, and then to add to her agony, the turtle added more misery.

    "Are you ready to listen to me now?"

    "I don't want to listen to anything. Take me home, please. I have classes today."

    "I doubt you will study."

    "Why?"

    "Why study? Better find a husband."

    Would slapping a deity in the face with the back of a hand send one to hell? Monnapha rolled her eyes upward. Any second now she’d feign going mad and choke that damn turtle. Before Monnapha could act, Deity Xuanwu pulled out a stick of glue for her to sniff.

    "Take a sniff of this, and relax. Yes, relax... breathe in deeply, slowly... Good. Daddy will start with the good news. The good news is that you'll soon meet the partner Daddy has chosen for you. Why are you crying? You must be so happy. There, there, no more crying. Take another deep breath of the glue, otherwise, you can’t understand each other."

    The turtle, armed with the glue stick, offered a solution with grave seriousness. Monnapha could never have imagined that her life would come to this. Deity Xuanwu thrust the magical glue stick into her nostrils. Seeing Monnapha’s pale face, he kindly pulled out another stick and shoved it into her other nostril.

    "Breathe in deeply. Breathe in... breathe out... That's right. This is a magical item made from dragon dung. I've ground three thousand language dictionaries into it. Even if you encounter a gecko language, you'll understand it." The translation glue’s effect made the ancient soldiers' strange language understandable to her. They were shouting things like 'kill them, kill them' and 'hit, stab.' It didn't provide any new information. Where was this place? Why were there ancient Chinese soldiers killing each other? And would she be able to find a way home?

    "If I meet Daddy’s chosen young man, does that mean I'm done and can go home?"

    "Go back just to marry a philandering doctor and then get run over by his mistress? Oh no, not good. Try meeting Daddy’s boy first; guaranteed, the bed will creak every night. Hmm... you need to work on your wording, though. Have you ever watched a Chinese movie?"

    "I have."

    "Good, good. Oh, and you need to prepare a new name too. Let's go with... Zhen Mei!"

    "Because?"

    "It's a beautiful name, isn't it? Haha."

    Monnapha gritted her teeth, her eyes bulging like a toad's. "That was a question, not a compliment."

    "Oh... Zhen Mei was the name of my most beloved fling, fling number eighty-four thousand three hundred. Ah... the sweet young turtle of Emerald Lake..." Deity Xuanwu snapped his fingers flamboyantly, but Monnapha, increasingly delirious from the glue. Normally, it is a great blessing when a great deity gives you a name, however, Monnapha struggled to keep from cursing the turtle. Bad turtle. No wonder Moon Elder wanted to kick it.

    "Dang it."

    "Hmm? What was that?" The turtle's face hardened, and Monnapha swallowed her anger.

    "I said 'Thank you’, thank you very much.'"

    "Fine."

    As Deity Xuanwu turned away, Monnapha muttered under her breath again, "Dang it."

    "What?"

    "Thank you!!" Monnapha tousled her hair and screamed, "Where is this place?"

    Deity Xuanwu in a little turtle form stood on his hind legs and pointed for Monnapha to look at the city wall. "This is the city on the border of Yan Region. Those soldiers clashing over there are from Yan and Li Region, fighting for decades now. Li Region has sent troops to attack the city, but your future husband handles them easily. See that military camp inside the city? That's where your future husband is."

    "Yan Region? Which Yan? I've never heard of it."

    "There's a lot of history that hasn't been recorded. But from now on, your love story will be etched for eternity. Cool, huh? Oh God!" Deity Xuanwu chuckled, waving at a passing female turtle. Monnapha, tears streaming down her face.

    "Don't worry. If you ever need help, just call me. For now, I'm on my leave. I ready asked Master Xuantian Shangdi for permission. I’ll be your temporary personal god. You'll be safe and sound."

    It won't be safe because of you! Monnapha looked skyward, trying to calm herself from the glue's effects before snapping her head back around. "Fine! Let’s say I'm on a tour to escape below average school points. The good news is I'll meet my future husband soon. What's the bad news?"

    Deity Xuanwu paused, giving Monnapha a peculiar look. "You really don't know?"

    "??"

    "Right there," the turtle pointed sympathetically.

    "Where? I don’t see anything," Monnapha bent down to inspect herself. She was still in her skirt and warm black leggings, everything seemed normal. But then her eyes caught something strange on her body. Startled, Monnapha looked up abruptly to meet Deity Xuanwu's gaze.

    WTF!!

    "This is...!!"

    "Yes. The ball came with a pair, along with a jade stick... The backlash from the power I used to enlarge your breasts turned you into a man. Sorry about that..."

    One day she'll preserve a turtle in a sugar jar. You wicked turtle.

    Her body grew taller, her limbs developed slight muscles, and her Adam's apple became distinctly pronounced. Overall, she still looked like a slender young man. Monnapha faced the large rock, took a deep breath, and lifted her skirt. When she saw a bulging lump at her groin, she nearly fainted. Meeting a brainless Turtle Deity was bad enough, but the worst part was her body changing gender to male! Now, she couldn't care less about being sliced open or beheaded.

    Monnapha sat biting her nails, distraught. A lifelong virgin of twenty years, was she never to use her private parts?

    Everything in front of her turned blindingly white. This world is cruel. I want to die.

    "Sob. How am I supposed to go on? Having no breasts was bad enough, now there's this bulge too. I wanted a husband, not to become someone else's husband. Who's going to take responsibility for this?"

    Deity Xuanwu observed Monnapha's fair skin and delicate frame for a moment before finding a solution. "Big eyes, high nose, attractive red lips, and fair smooth skin. Even though you've gained some extra equipment, you can still get a husband."

    "Oh... Damn you, turtle!"

    "What? What did you say?"

    "Damn you, turtle! Give me back my breasts! Clear enough? Damn!" Monnapha sobbed uncontrollably, crying heartily. I’m a bad person. She cursed while sobbing. Deity Xuanwu quickly consoled her,

    "There, there, babe. No need to cry. You'll only be a man temporarily. You'll definitely return to being a woman."

    "Really?... When?" Monnapha stopped sobbing. She had her hopes up.

    "I'm not sure either. Maybe tomorrow, a month, half a year, or maybe three years."

    "Oh!!! How am I supposed to pee? Who would dare touch it?" Having seen a weenie in AV movies or yaoi cartoons, she was used to such images but having to handle it herself was a first. Her hand might just break. Monnapha lifted her skirt and checked inside her underwear to be sure, with Deity Xuanwu perched on her shoulder, peeking too.

    "My God! It's huge. If you change your mind about wanting a wife, let me know."

    "Oh!!"

    Monnapha's screams intensified the battlefield's horror. She cried and wiped away tears nonstop. Such a huge bulge was ridiculous, her previously small cup-A breasts were gone. Monnapha hid herself, weeping and wailing. Thinking of her family waiting for her, she gathered the strength to flee from the killing in the meadow as fast as she could.

    While crawling low past corpses, all in pitiable states, some with their eyes bulging and fists clenched, gripping the sword, even though their bodies were severed in two, others without arms or legs, heads that were cut off twisted in agony, Monnapha was both scared and startled but had to grit her teeth and move on.

    Then, a large, grim-looking soldier noticed her. He rushed forward and grabbed her small ankle, raising his sword. Monnapha screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling desperately. The terrifying soldier paused, then slowly collapsed face down, dead from an arrow that had pierced his back through his heart.

    "A man, yet screaming like a woman, how embarrassing."

    The little kid, not older than ten, returned. The child was as tall as the bow in his hands, but he managed it with agility. While talking, he also killed three more soldiers. His archery stance was daring and fierce. Monnapha was so scared that she shrank, but Deity Xuanwu clapped happily on her small shoulder, 'Almost there... almost. I can feel it. He is getting closer.'"

    "W… Who? Is there more to come?"

    "It's your prospective husband. He's rushing here, very fast..."

    "But I'm not ready."

    "You have to be ready. Hurry up!" Monnapha calmed herself and knew what to do when the boy turned to face her. The young boy, cold in demeanor, surveyed Monnapha from head to toe but did not see Deity Xuanwu on her shoulder.

    "If you keep screaming, you'll die without even knowing why."

    "Thank you. I... I've been through that before. It wasn't too bad."

    "Pick up a sword and fight. I won't help you a third time."

    The boy threw a sword from a nearby soldier's corpse to her, but Monnapha stepped back. No, a bloody, flesh-stained sword was too terrifying. Suddenly, Deity Xuanwu's marble pendant sparkled, bathing Monnapha's body in a spray of gold dust, feeling like a strong wind was sweeping through her.

    "Done, done, done," Deity Xuanwu frolicked on both of Monnapha's shoulders, twisting amidst the golden powders surrounded Monnapha. The unusual body slowly restored, shifted back to her normal form by a magic. Once everything settled, she was a woman again.

    The boy saw everything clearly. What was a moment ago a gaunt male chest suddenly transformed into full, rounded breasts, the waist slimmer, and the lump at the groin retracted. From a feeble young man, she turned into a woman, as beautiful as a goddess, in a blink. Anyone witnessing such a spectacle would be astounded. The boy clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head before opening them again, his expression as stoic as if nothing had happened.

    "Congratulations," chuckled Deity Xuanwu. "I threw in an F cup for you, no more complaints now."

    "No more complaints, oh, I'm so happy to be back," Monnapha exulted, throwing her arms around the boy and dancing around him. The boy looked as if haunted and floated away with the force of Monnapha's movements.

    "Are you a man or a woman exactly?"

    "A woman. I am a woman. I am a woman."

    "And what is that?" The boy pointed towards her groin. When Monnapha looked down, tears burst forth again because she had reverted to being a man since who knows when! Turtle Deity laughed dryly and explained it was a technical glitch, the system often malfunctioned, and she should be patient.

    "The network of gods crashes often in ancient times; everything is old and slow. Remember the story of Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo[1]? A pitiful couple. Those two died from heartbreak because of the system's delay. Sigh, it's pitiful. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva had mercy, allowing their spirits to be together forever."

    "So, that was also your matchmaking work?"

    "Yes."

    "Any other couples?"

    "The famous one is Mengjiangnu[2]. You’ve heard it right? Mengjiangnu Weeping Down the Great Wall." Deity Xuanwu mused about his old achievements. "And also the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd. Luckily, I was able to beg the Queen Mother Xiwangmu to let them meet once a year. Oh, and the legend of the Lady White Snake. You've seen the series, haven't you? So moving, tears all around."

    "But all these stories end in tragedy, don't they?"

    "Love legends must be tragic; otherwise, the world won't remember them."

    Deity Xuanwu pulled out his pipe and started to smoke leisurely. Monnapha, crying, hugged the child tightly. Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo are pitiable. Mengjiangnu is pitiable. And her? Utterly pitiable. Monnapha sobbed just as she realized the tumult of the battlefield had quieted so much, she could almost hear a needle drop. That's when she looked up to find herself under the scrutiny of a piercing gaze.

    "Release my brother right now."

    A robust voice thundered.

    The wind, the blaze of the sun, and the smell of blood—all transformed instantly when this man appeared. A tall figure in black and gold armor on a warhorse, his black hair fluttered wildly with the wind's fury.

    Drops of blood dripped from the Dragon Spear.

    Monnapha couldn't move an inch, overwhelmed by his power and the general's aura. Everything around seemed to ignite into flames, an overwhelming force capturing every breath. The feet of the soldiers around him were as if bound by a spell.

    Slowly, the sunlight shifted from her to the imposing figure, gliding over his muscular body, his non-ordinary broad shoulders. This was a bulky figure… A figure of the brutal. In the era she was from, there rarely was a man with this incredible figure, such physiques weren't sculpted in gyms but forged on the battlefield.

    "Who are you?"

    "I... I am... I... I…"

    Monnapha blood froze as she faced him, her body swayed so much that she had to lean on a large rock for support, yet she felt herself sinking. Amidst her trepidation, Monnapha found herself kneeling involuntarily, due to an immense pressure.

    Monnapha watched every move of his big muscles as he lifted the spear, unable to take her eyes off him.

    And the large rock behind her was split into two by the Dragon Spear, the surfaces were smooth, as easily as if he was slicing tofu. A gust of wind grazed her face, leaving a small cut on her cheek, and now the Dragon Spear rested lightly on her small shoulders.

    "Ho... I never thought there would be a big rat scurry around a battlefield like this."

    His voice was loud and hoarse, a stark warning to her to be careful with her response. His eyes coldly imperious, clearly displaying his dangerous temperament. Monnapha opened her mouth to say something, to prevent the situation from escalating further, but she found herself speechless, only managing to tremble, her eyes wide and fixed on him in astonishment.

    The tip of her finger, the one with the Moon Elder’s red thread, felt searing hot as if burning with fire, painfully scorching her flesh as though it had turned into burning wire.

    If she kicked this man's shin and ran for her life, it might work, but Monnapha lacked the courage. Her instincts told her that even a slight move would prompt the man to swiftly sever her head with his eighty-jin, razor-sharp spear.

    "Anyone in this area is considered a soldier. Only a fool would dress like that and not carry a weapon..."

    Yan Sanqi looked down at the person before him, unable to determine if they were a man or a woman, only seeing that this delicate creature was stunningly beautiful. The face was as beautifully divided as the finest quarter of the moon, skin fair and exquisite, standing out amidst the piles of corpses on the field. His fierce eyes then scanned the form-fitting dress and the bizarre pants, which clung shamefully tight to those small legs. But what caught his attention the most was the center of the body, which, at a glance, seemed disproportionately large for such a slender frame. It was pointing at a vertical angle of the body.

    "Is that tiny sword your weapon?"

    "No," Monnapha quickly covered it with her hand, her face flushing red as if about to explode. She didn't understand why a man's body would react like this. His words were so vicious, yet she couldn't manage even a half-word in response. My right mind, come to me!

    "What's your name, boy? What are you doing here?"

    "Na... name... My name..."

    "There, that is your future husband, just tell him you've come to be his wife," whispered the Deity Xuanwu excitedly, pleased as the young man and a young woman stared at each other unblinkingly. No, it should be said two men—one fierce like a dragon king, his face powerful, his jaws marked with green stubble making him look ruggedly handsome; the other soft and gentle, perfectly matched to the other in every aspect.

    "Go on, run into the arms of your husband."

    Deity Xuanwu egged her on, hiding himself beneath her ponytail. "Go on, go on, embrace with love and give a passionate kiss. Go on, my dear."

    "Go to hell then." she snapped at the turtle.

    "Hmm?" Yan Sanqi's growl rumbled, and a chilling smile spread across his face. "I killed seventeen infiltrators from Li Region this morning, and you're number eighteen, little boy. Close your eyes, clench your teeth—I promise you won't feel the pain."

    "I... I... Uh, I… I mean... I want to negotiate. Deity, come help, help me, please help!"

    Monnapha tried to call for help, but Deity Xuanwu and the demonic snake had vanished. Her mind went blank, her sweet face was pale, and big sweat beads were forming along her hairline. At this moment, she was like a weirdo among the ancient armored soldiers. Each soldier's eyes were dark red, having just slit the throat of the last enemy. She was the only one unidentifiable.

    "Ah, such a waste of time." The towering figure uninterested in further inquiry, then hoisted the eighty-jin spear single-handedly as if he were the God of Death.

    Monnapha clenched her eyes shut as the spear swung down.

    Dead...

    "Second Brother." The mysterious little child's voice pulled her from death, stopping the blade inches from her small neck.

    Only then did Monnapha truly understand what it meant to narrowly escape death. Her knees gave out, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down her face. This man could kill without changing his expression—it was terrifying, far too terrifying!

    "Princess... Princess Yong'an..." The guards rushed to the small, lovely-faced child, each looking as though they had just returned from hell as well. "Is the Princess safe? Please don't do this again, Your Highness. Please don't disappear from us again, sob... The general almost beheaded us all. Sob."

    "I'm sorry for causing you trouble,"

    It turned out that this child was not a boy, but rather Princess Yong'an herself. She glanced at Monnapha, lips pressed tight as if she wanted to say something but restrained herself. As she approached Monnapha, she was suddenly hoisted by the collar and lifted off the ground. She did not know when the fearsome man had dismounted his horse, it was so swiftly and silently, contrary to his large stature. He sat on a nearby rock, placed the young girl across his lap, and began spanking her relentlessly, followed by a temple rub. Even the usually stoic princess burst into tears.

    "Hua’er, I'm telling you for the thirty-eighth time, STAY. AT. THE. CAMP!!"

    "Second Brother... I know, but..."

    "But what? Why on earth did you deliberately breach the front lines into enemy territory?!" The scene of General Yan Sanqi placing his hands on his hips while reprimanding the little girl was a stark contrast to moments earlier. Monnapha touched her own neck, her body still trembling from the man's lethal aura, but look at that... The fierce general turned into a caring older brother of his little sister. Monnapha watched as he punished the little girl, scolding yet obviously concerned for his little sister.

    "This person," the Princess pointed at Monnapha, "Second Brother, you must not kill her."

    "Why can't I kill her?"

    The Princess looked down, her demeanor hesitant and out of character. A decisive figure like her, hardened by an unpleasant childhood, was not one to believe in superstitions. But the events she had just witnessed were shaking her beliefs deeply. She kept telling herself that it was just a trick of the eye.

    But…

    But if...

    The Princess hesitated, seemed wanting to speak but did not say a word. Yan Sanqi, losing patience, slammed his spear into the ground with a clang! Finally, the little girl murmured, "Second Brother can't kill her... because this person is to be your wife."

[1] Zhu Yingtai was the only daughter of a wealthy family who disguised herself as a man to pursue her studies. There she met Liang Shanbo, and the two formed a close bond. Upon graduation, Zhu Yingtai invited Liang Shanbo to visit her home, promising him her little sister’s hand in marriage (she was intending to marry him). However, Liang Shanbo, coming from a poor family, felt unworthy and did not visit. This led to their tragic separation. Zhu Yingtai was engaged to another man, while Liang Shanbo became a district chief. When Liang Shanbo learned the truth, he died of heartbreak. On the day of her wedding, as Zhu Yingtai passed by the grave of the man she loved, she jumped into it, and both turned into a pair of butterflies that flew away together. Their story is known as a tragedy, commonly referred to as "The Butterfly Lovers."

[2] Mengjiangnu's husband died while working on the construction of the Great Wall of China; his body was buried beneath the wall. Mengjiangnu was travelling to see her husband, upon learning his fate, she was heartbroken. She wept at the wall where his body lay for three days and nights until, finally, that section of the wall collapsed, revealing her husband's bones. Overcome with sorrow, Mengjiangnu then decided to commit suicide by hitting her head against the wall.