Recalling what I said in the father's room to the 5th concubine, a slight of depression rose in my heart. The reason—unknown. The fireplace in my room was a perfect metaphor to describe my situation. Blazing my heart like a fire, but the source of the fire was unidentified.
"Your pride someday will break into pieces. You will not be able to protect it. Your pride has raised more that you've become the empress. Just see how badly your fall will come. That day, I will just enjoy that scenery. The fall of the empress of Dormia."
