"Ruohua, Ruohua!"
She stopped and looked back, but there was only silence, maybe it was just her imagination. She turned around, tightened the reins, and the spear in her hand was cold and sharp.
"We are a great country, and the Dragon City was chosen by heaven. You treacherous people, today is your death day!"
"Ruohua, let me marry you."
"How to marry?"
"It's just like the scene Ruohua imagined in his heart, with red flowers all over the sky, eight-carriage sedans, and the main entrance to the mansion."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
