He was the "blood-clad war god" who was frightened on the battlefield. Once he was seriously injured and lost his memory, he became the son-in-law of a merchant family in the south of the Yangtze River.
On the wedding day, there was no beloved wife under the red hijab. There was only a cold screen and a contract: "Keep yourself safe and don't ask about the future."
Everyone in the house regarded him as if he was nothing, and even the maid dared to mock him for clinging to a high branch.
Until the barbarian cavalry pressed into the territory and the city was about to be destroyed, the family leader trembled for help.
Behind the screen, the hand holding the pen and signing the contract slowly grasped the spear, and the rusty old armor was taken out from the bottom of the box, reflecting the blood-red flames outside the window.
"What are you going to do?"
"Follow the contract." He stepped out of the mansion, and thousands of cavalry emerged from the shadows behind him, their flags covering the sun. "Protecting you for the rest of your life is my betrothal gift, Lu Yunxuan."
