Thousands of miles away, the fallen capital.
In the past, Mu Zizi, a noble and noble general, was tied to the high platform of the small farmhouse. His gauze clothes were as thin as cicada wings. The one with the highest price would get it. There was a lot of shouting, and the shame was like maggots clinging to the bones.
Until the door burst open, Prince Xiao Xiao Zhenye stood against the light, his eyes sliding over his pale and trembling ankles, a smile on his lips, but without any warmth.
"This man," he threw down a jade pendant, his voice calm, cutting off all the noise, "I bought it."
