As the sun sets, a carriage approaches slowly.
Its wheels roll lightly over the fallen leaves, making a soft rustling sound.
The carriage comes to a stop not far in front of them.
A woman’s hand reaches out from inside.
It is as delicate as white jade.
A faint sheen glimmers on the skin of her arm.
At her wrist, a silver bangle bumps against a wine jar as she moves.
The faint clink adds a touch of alluring charm.
Slender fingers, like green onion shoots, lightly lift a jar of wine.
The breeze carries its fragrance through the air.
“Gentlemen, I have a jar of fine wine here. Would you be willing to trade me a roasted bird for it?”
The night is as dark as ink, and a bitter wind howls.
A young woman in blue stands there, her long skirt trailing behind her, its flowers embroidered with exquisite skill.
With her flawless, jade-white hand, she holds a pill, crouches down, and slips it into the mouth of the dead man.
After a while, the man on the ground coughs a few times and opens his eyes.
“Erlu, I want you to marry me.”
A deep veil conceals her features, revealing only her captivating eyes. Her brows curve like willow branches, and her hair falls like a hanging spring. Every gesture of hers exudes irresistible charm.
“You know I’m not going to marry you.”
Before she can finish, Erlu makes his decision without hesitation.
Alone, with only a blade in hand, he sets out to take revenge on Gao Qiu and his son.
In Tokyo, thousands of soldiers stand ready, awaiting Erlu’s arrival.
Erlu lets out an angry roar.
His long blade flashes coldly through the rain as he charges into the city.
The soldiers
