Blood Seal Wish

The north wind in late spring blew the yellow sand across the city wall. Zhao Yuanlang stood on the tower, his golden silk robes making a rustling sound. He squinted his eyes and looked at the distant horizon, where a black shadow was slowly crawling. Sir, it is the flag of the barbarians! Wang Hu, the captain of the city guard, knelt on one knee, with suppressed panic in his voice. The scouts came to report that there were about a thousand people, less than five miles away from the city. The jade fracture fan in Zhao Yuanlang's hand snapped shut. He was only twenty-five years old this year, and his face was fair and handsome. If it weren't for the black and blue stains left from years of indulgence in the corners of his eyes, he would be considered a handsome young man. At this moment, all the blood on that face faded. Some of the haunting episodes have moved me for more than ten years. I often wonder, if I were in it, what choice would I make? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.