Everyone pointed fingers at Shen Anshuang, accusing her of murdering her husband, dragging her ancestors into darkness, and causing her loyal followers to live in anguish.
But had they ever stopped to consider the true depth of her pain? A woman born frail, clawing her way from the depths of despair to achieve what little she had, only to be betrayed time and again, abandoned in the wilderness with her helpless infant—what torment had she endured, both mentally and physically?
When her ancestors and subordinates conspired against her, did they ever pause to reflect on their own cruelty?
When they reduced her carefully constructed throne hall to ashes in their greed for the inheritance she had hidden, did they spare a thought for the years of hard work that had gone into establishing that sanctuary?
Shen Anshuang was simply striving to protect her peace and safety, as well as that of her son. How did she become the villain painted as a threat to the world?