Soft Rain Falls, Peach Blossoms Bloom Afar

[Note: I'm a rookie author and may stumble into a few pitfalls.]

To the young woman far away in Nanzhao, he is someone she will, never forget, for as long as she lives.

“Wait for me to come back. I'll marry you, I promise!”

On her wedding night, the princess finally escapes the cold imperial palace and finds a bright new beginning.

“Don't worry, my lady. No one in this prince's manor will bully you.”

“Me included, of course.”

Clad in a black robe embroidered with golden thread, he turns the moon into a sword and races a thousand miles, rescuing his beloved from the midst of ten thousand troops.

And four years later, the woman in purple returns, graceful and otherworldly, like a startled swan descending from the sky.

There is love, and there is loyalty.

There is the Marquis of Moyang, singing a defiant song before his execution, pleading on behalf of all the people.

“Chen Shouting, Marquis of Moyang, asks only to die today, in exchange for pleading on behalf of the people!”

“Your Majesty, I beg you, save the people from their suffering!”

There is Emperor Yeyu, whose heart turned to ash long ago. He once ushered in a golden age for the realm and protected all its people, yet failed to protect the one he loved.

There is an army that fears neither bitter cold nor death, that seeks neither fame nor fortune, and fights only so the lights in the homes behind them may keep burning.

And there is Ling Yu, the righteous general of the Yanchi Army, who gives his life so that this tragic force, unknown to the world, can step into the light and be remembered by all.

Heroes should never be forgotten.