"It's been ten years and he's back."
On a snowy night in northern Xinjiang, an elite cavalry force of 3,000 people quietly crossed Yanmen Pass. The leader was wearing a black cloak, and his eyes under the mask were as cold as ice. Before the border guard could react, he had been disarmed and subdued. Xiao Jingyuan, the general of Zhenbei, returned to the Central Plains with his 300,000 cavalrymen who had conquered northern Xinjiang.
At the same time, in the imperial palace of the capital, Liu Ruyan woke up from a nightmare. For ten years, she had dreamed of that figure countless times, but she didn't know whether it was love or hate. The moonlight outside the window was like water, and she touched half of the jade pendant in her hand - it was the token of love that he had personally given to her before he left.
