Far away in Mobei, he heard that Xia Xingwu, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's palace, was getting married to King Li on February 17th. He left Mobei Shanyu and the princess, abandoned the drafted treaty between the two countries, and rode his horse for two days and two nights to rush back to Bianjing. In the past eighteen years, he had never been so out of control. It was the first time that he tasted a feeling called loss, so he came back, leaving behind his false achievements and reputation, regardless of everything.
"If I really got married that day..." Xia Xingwu didn't finish his sentence.
"I will kill him."
"Then am I not a widow?"
"I'll marry you."
