At the chaotic wedding in Jiangzhou City, Huangfuli's gun was pressed against Tuoba Hanshan's heart. "The young marshal's wife wants to murder her husband?" He smiled and held the barrel of the gun, wiping away the rouge tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. When Xipa landed, she saw that snowy night ten years ago reflected in his eyes. The young general who saved her from the fire has now become the warlord she must assassinate. The yellowed engagement photo in her sleeve pocket made her fingertips tremble. "Shoot," he tore open the blood-stained wedding dress, "or stay and be my bird in the cage." The black crow outside the window suddenly cried loudly, and the dawn light cut through the messy red on the floor of the wedding room.
