In the third year of Zhaoming, Xiang Hao was surrounded and besieged.
Besieged on all sides, ambushed on all sides. In order not to drag him down, Princess Shen Heng drew her sword and committed suicide in the military tent.
Xiang Hao led eight hundred elite cavalry to break through the encirclement and fight to the Wujiang River, leaving only one person beside him. The boatman persuaded him to cross the river, but he refused: "I have no face to see the elders from Jiangdong." He drew his sword and killed himself, ending with hatred.
Before he died, he heard the sound of her sword falling to the ground - crisp and clear, like broken jade.
Then he woke up.
He returned to the eve of the Battle of Julu and returned to the age of twenty-four. The good-for-nothing coach who stood still was still alive, the cunning and cunning Liu Pan was still pretending to be his grandson, and Han Zhao, who would backstab him in the future, was still just an unknown soldier in the army.
Everything hasn't started yet.
Xiang Hao slowly clenched his fist. In his last life, he lost to fate, his character, and the current situation. But this life was different - he came back with all his memories.
He knows who will betray him, knows who will be loyal to him, knows the outcome of every war, and knows the weak spot of every enemy.
He galloped for three days and three nights, rushed back to Jiangdong, rushed into Shen's mansion, and hugged sixteen-year-old Shen Heng.
Shen Heng was startled: "What are you doing?"
Xiang Hao buried his face in her shoulder and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Heng, I had a long dream. In the dream, you were not there."
Shen Heng was stunned and slowly put his arms around his waist: "That was just a dream, I'm here."
Xiang Hao shook his head, his eyes red.
Not a dream. It was the previous life. And in this life, no one can take anything away from him.
