Yu Huaijin had lived at the imperial temple for ten years. On the day she returned to the capital, she met a pair of bold, carefree eyes.
A young man on horseback, dressed in black with dark hair, a breathtaking sight at first glance.
She lowered her eyes and swallowed his name back down.
Song Yanzhi.
After that, he came every day to “make amends,” clumsy but sincere, like a little beast that had barged into her world, charging around recklessly yet treading carefully.
She thought she had probably been caught in his orbit.
But the flames of war on the border came too soon.
The night he left for battle, he climbed over the wall and stood beneath her window, telling her to wait for him.
Clutching the plum blossom hairpin, she waited year after year.
For the first three years, victory reports came in one after another. For the next two, there was no word at all.
Everyone said he was dead. They even brought his remains back to the capital.
She had no time to grieve. The crown prince needed her, the court needed her, and the empress dowager needed her.
She simply tucked the hairpin into the deepest part of her jewelry box and never opened it again.
Until that day.
Outside the city gates, three thousand cavalry swept through the setting sun. The man at their head dismounted and walked toward her in full view of the crowd.
He was thinner and darker, the youthful spirit gone from his features, replaced by the marks of hardship and a calm steadiness.
But the way he looked at her was exactly as it had been five years ago.
“Shunhua,” he said before her, his voice low and hoarse. “I’m back.”
She looked at him and suddenly smiled. As she smiled, tears fell.
The next day, the emperor decreed their marriage, and a wedding procession stretched for miles.
Amid the flowers drifting through the city, he took her hand and never let go.
#Carefree young general × socially anxious legitimate daughter of the chancellor
#Atoning for his mistakes, one apology at a time, until he gets a wife
#Another perfectly sincere day of making amends
A historical romance, with an unconventional strong female lead who grows over time.
Not bad But there are a few points: 1. Entering the school, Xue Meng, and the Book of Songs. Will these be too simple? There is still a lot that can be expanded in this aspect. 2. Can the ancient sayings use the previous descriptions as much as possible, such as Sichuan Fritillary Loquat Paste, etc. You can just say Loquat Paste directly. Adding Sichuan Fritillary Bundle to it will be very dramatic. The author can write this way, but I think if the editing is more rigorous, the article will be of higher quality. The above are just suggestions. This article is quite sweet. So far, it doesn't seem to have anything bad. I'll read it after I gain weight.
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