Ten miles from the capital city of Qian Country, there was a high mountain named Wangxiang Mountain.
Legend has it that a tragic war took place here a hundred years ago. The soldiers who died far from their homeland were buried high on the mountain, where they could gaze at their hometowns, which is why it was named so.
On the mountaintop today, there is a huge rock engraved with many names that have become illegible due to the passing of time and weather. This rock is known as the Wangxiang Stone.
As the sun rose, the thick fog in the mountains gradually dissipated. Su Liang, holding a basket, stopped mid-hill.
In the chill of early spring, fresh plants had yet to sprout, yet there were a few sparse patches of dull green visible amidst the struggling pine trees that grew from the gray-black crevices in the rocks.
In a graveyard, Su Liang found a gravestone inscribed with "Grave of Su Yuanzhou". She set down the basket and wiped the dust off the stone tablet with a handkerchief.
