The country was in chaos, all the ministers were scattered, and the country of Li was destroyed.
Jiang Su was sitting in the prison car, looking ahead blankly. The road was long and she didn't know where she was going, but she knew that her country had perished and she was not the princess of Li.
At the front, the young general who was detaining her was high-spirited. The peak of his eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, but the tail of his eyebrows softened, adding a bit of youthfulness.
"At the banquet of the president, he spoke and laughed; he made his vows." Jiang Su paused and pursed his dry lips, "Shen Ji, if you break your promise, you will definitely hate it."
