The Jianghu Tower, where the Jianghu gathers, has nothing to do with Jianghu affairs!
A man dressed like an officer and riding a white horse galloped toward them from afar, nearly running Mu Ruochen down. Fortunately, he was skilled with the reins and brought the horse to an abrupt halt. The horse whinnied and reared, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.
“You brat, are you blind? What are you doing standing in the middle of the road?” The man wore armor and held a long whip.
Mu Ruochen was terrified. He stood rooted to the spot, too nervous to say a word. Mu Changxue hurriedly pulled her son aside and apologized. “I’m sorry.”
Just then, the officer noticed the baby in the boy’s arms. The little boy had a finger in the baby’s mouth, and there was blood on the baby’s lips. The baby suckled away contentedly.
“Why are you doing that?” The officer pointed his whip at him.
“She was crying.” The little boy came to his senses and looked at the baby in his arms. Mu Changxue saw the blood on her son’s finger, too, and quickly pulled it from the baby’s mouth. Bright red blood dripped onto the ground, only to vanish as the dry dust absorbed it.
“Not bad. You’ve got guts.” The officer turned to the guards who had followed him and said, “Give him a jug of goat’s milk.”
Twelve years later, in northern Sichuan, a man as cold as ice held a long sword to another man’s throat. “Hand over the antidote, or I’ll kill you.” The man smiled faintly. “Go ahead. I want to die with Qingcheng. There’ll be no hatred there, and Qingcheng and I will live happily together.”
[Strong, clever, beautiful, and quirky heroine who turns dark and grows stronger later on. The hero is cool and aloof, but passionate at heart. The second male lead is a devoted simp. Very sweet and heartwarming.]
