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And somewhere in the compressed depths of Zhu’s emotions, there was panic. But for all that this didn’t seem like the path to victory and her fate, it had to be. She drew herself up and let him see her: unshrinking and unbowed. “What is it you think you know as my fate?” she said. She was speaking to Heaven as much as she was to him: sending her belief, maintained with every particle of her will, up into that distant, jade-cold firmament. “Let me tell you my name: Zhu Chongba.”
He answered coolly, “Should I know it?”
“One day you will,” she said, and drew her sword.
And then Zhu fucking killed Ouyang and went home to have lots of gay sex with Ma.