The lights in Jinluan Palace were so bright that it was dazzling.
Ten years. I, Xiao Jue, have guarded the cold and miserable place in the north for ten years. In the past ten years, the 300,000 "Bei Zhen Army" under my command drank ice and slept in the snow, built the Great Wall with their flesh and blood, and blocked the Beidi cavalry from the country. Three months ago, in the "Decisive Battle of Blood Wolf Plains" that determined the fate of the country, I led three thousand dead soldiers into the enemy chief's tent and beheaded seventeen levels, including the Great Khan of Beidi and his three princes. In that battle, Beidi's vitality was severely damaged, and he did not dare to look south for at least twenty years.
The good news came back and the whole country rejoiced. Your Majesty issued twelve golden orders to summon me back to Beijing to receive the reward.
At this moment, I am standing on the Golden Palace, which symbolizes the highest glory of the empire. He still carries the harsh aura of the northern wind and snow, which is incompatible with the warm fragrance and splendid prosperity of the palace. The jade belt of the python robe was just given to me. It is very heavy and the pressure is a bit unaccustomed to me. I prefer the dark iron heavy armor soaked in blood and dust.
"My dear, I have been guarding the border for ten years and have achieved great results through hard work. I am very pleased." On the dragon chair, Emperor Chu Xinghe's voice was gentle and full of smiles. He was older than I remembered, but his eyes were still deep and unpredictable. Ten years ago, he was still the prince, and I was the sharpest sword beside him. When he ascended the throne, I went to the northern border to guard the country for him and for the great country of Chu.
