For many years to come, Qin Guandu would never forget this scene: when the old king left the city to escape the disaster, the trumpet announcing victory was played, and the cheers of the rebels spread over the entire imperial city. He led the heavily armed soldiers to sweep to the most remote corner, and broke open the last locked door in the palace.
The seventh princess he longed for was right in front of him, within reach.
But when he opened the door, what greeted him was not the gentle and elegant princess in his memory, but a cold sword light.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
