Smoke of War on My Sleeves, Blossoms on My Lapels

There are three strange tales around Luzhou:

A foreign devil took the Lin family’s phoenix plume, the Sea Dragon King claimed the Li family’s death-exemption token, and Master Shen tore down the grand stage at Wuhe Garden.

Now Liu Jin, the eldest son of the great warlord Liu family and a young naval marshal, dotes exclusively on the Lin family’s eldest daughter, Wanjing, as if no one else exists.

How the four great houses of Luzhou will fare in these turbulent times has become both a story and a mystery.

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“I know you cherish Wanjing like a pearl in your palm, but are you going to be King You of Zhou? Are the lives of thousands of common people worth less than hers?”

“Yes. Even if it means making an enemy of the whole world, I won’t hesitate.”

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“Sis, your husband loves you. I can tell.”

“You’re wrong, Yingying. He doesn’t love me. He never has.”

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Grief upon grief, there is no need to weep when marrying. May I find someone who is true to me, and stay by his side until our hair turns white.