The Beauty Who Pulled Down the Mountains and Rivers

Because I was beautiful, my foster father adopted me. Because I was strong, he gave me to the Ninth Prince. Unfortunately, the very next day, the Ninth Prince was thrown into the Imperial Prison for treason. I asked the Ninth Prince if he wanted to break out. The Ninth Prince looked utterly despondent. “The iron prison has layer upon layer of bars. Even with wings, there would be no escape.” That very night, the Imperial Prison was razed to the ground. The Ninth Prince vanished without wings, disappearing from the capital.