Shen Zheng spotted the legendary young general, undefeated in battle, at a glance. From a distance, he cut a striking figure on horseback, valiant as a god of war. In a daze, the young man reined in his horse before her. His silver armor, patterned like flowing clouds, seemed to glow faintly all over as he looked at her with a smile, just like he had all those years ago.
Back then, Chen Huaian was a mischievous young master of the general’s household, and she fell for Shen Zheng at first sight. But Shen Zheng was a modern woman who had transmigrated into this world. Struggling to escape the entanglements of a fickle political arena and the schemes of the inner household, she clung to her belief in freedom above all else. After an accident nearly cost her life, she managed to escape, only to lose her heart to the man who carried her to safety.
In the end, she left in tears and disappeared into the northern frontier, living freely under an assumed name.
She thought they would never meet again. Then the emperor issued an order, and a hundred thousand cavalry swept across the northern frontier. As she fled from place to place, the man appeared in blood-soaked silver armor patterned like flowing clouds. His eyes softened with affection as he pulled her before him and coaxed her gently:
“Madam, the flowers have bloomed along the road. You can take your time coming home.”
