Could the mighty General Lin Jinghe, who killed without batting an eye and had won countless victories on the battlefield, have fallen deeply in love long ago with the sweet, soft little princess of Dongyu?
They braved wind and rain together and endured many hardships along the way, never doubting their love for each other.
People say, “Spring mountains are lovely and smiling, while winter mountains are bleak and sleep.”
But that year, the spring mountains were bleak, as if asleep.
The little princess of Dongyu, once showered with boundless affection, grew step by step after meeting General Lin Jinghe. With undercurrents churning in the court and nations drawing swords against one another, what choices would they make when they had no other option?
“What are you doing?” Yu Yingxue still had a nasal whine in her voice. She pushed at the person who had slipped into her bed, offering a wordless protest.
With one hand, Lin Jinghe easily caught both her wrists. “My wound hurts.”
How could Yu Yingxue fail to see he was just being shameless? “A-Jing, we’ll never be apart again, will we?”
“No.” Lin Jinghe pulled her into his arms, rolled over to pin her beneath him, and rested his other hand on her waist before giving her lips a gentle kiss.
