When the pageboy rushed in with news that the "Star Stealer" moniker was stirring up a storm across the jiangh…
When the pageboy rushed in with news that the "Star Stealer" moniker was stirring up a storm across the jianghu, Wei Zhixi was drinking atop a high tower. She wiped down her throwing star, struggling to suppress a grin.
Listen to that! What a resounding, dashing alias! Look at how the common folk adore this hero! In heart the moon shines bright, with hands the stars take flight. With the Star Stealer around, no matter which noble household, Zhang, Li, or Wang, she'd reclaim every copper coin stolen from the people, piece by piece!
Such were Wei Zhixi's "Star Stealer" years, radiant, untamed, and dazzling.
Yet the Battle of Wolf Mountain changed everything. Blizzards sealed the peaks, iron cavalry trampled the land, and refugees scattered like leaves. When Zhao Pu trudged through the snow-laden winds to the mountain cave where Wei Zhixi hid, she looked up from wiping her bloodstained blade and flashed him a smile... and then felt like crying.
That was the last year of Wei Zhixi as the "Star Stealer". She was tired. She longed for home.
A bird born to soar should spend its life in flight.
But when the bird doubts, when it realizes its wings alone cannot shield all under heaven, such a bird ceases to exist.
Yet the world gained a new lady: one who sits in the inner hall with her husband, together seeking ways to save the people.