Chapter 47 #On the Tombstone, You Must Write: "Beloved Late Wife"... Xie Zhuo and I were exposed beneath blade and spear. The black-armored soldier atop the tall steed, under the faint glow of the mist, looked like a statue caught between god and demon. I still couldn’t see the face beneath his helmet. All I saw was him raising his spear high. My eyes widened. The scene stretched out, growing slow and long in my sight, though in reality, all I heard was a sharp swish—the silver spear missed both…