He was once a lone wolf galloping on the battlefield. The world feared him like Shura and respected him like the god of war.
Until that day when she returned to the court in triumph, she saw her leaning on the new emperor on the tower and smiling sweetly.
Everyone in the court knew that the new emperor had taken away his military power, imprisoned his relatives, and forced him to surrender.
But no one knew that on that snowy night in the cold temple, she was the one who took off her brocade clothes to warm his frozen bones and blood.
"Do you want this world?" He crushed the tiger talisman in his hand and bowed before the army, "I will give it to you."
"But if you smile at him one more time -" the bloody sword tip gently lifted her chin, "I will destroy this world, and then I will destroy you."
She lowered her eyes to avoid the raging flames in his eyes, but he crushed the jade bracelet on her wrist and took out half of the copper coins she had hidden back then.
"A Ying," the Nine-Five Master's voice was as hoarse as a trapped animal, "How many people have your heart promised?"
