On the day Su Wanyue was exiled, she never looked back. The daughter of a guilty minister and the orphan of a rebel army, she was burdened with the heaviest shackles in the world and was sent to the desperate situation in the northwest where the sky was full of yellow sand. Everyone thought she would die quietly in the desert like a withered grass. No one knew that in the sea of death, she found the tomb of the former "Princess Dingbei". There are no treasures handed down from ancient times, no unique magical skills, only countless maps, military books, and desert survival rules and military experience written by the princess herself. ——"Sand is the best weapon and the best barrier." Three years later, a group of "Sandstorm" cavalry appeared out of nowhere. They knew the location well and made good use of the weather. They became a legend respected and feared by caravans and frontier garrisons. The owner of this iron cavalry is none other than Su Wanyue. When she led this force that could overturn the world and returned to the capital through the dust and sand, dragon robes hunted on the city walls. Xiao Che, the young emperor who had personally ordered her to be exiled, was standing on top of it, his eyes heavy, penetrating through the wind and sand, falling straight on her body. It seemed like he had been waiting for her for a long time. Small Theater: Later, in the emperor's chamber, Xiao Che held the untitled king with a different surname in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "At that time, if you want my kingdom, will I give it to you?" Su Wanyue raised her eyebrows, and her fingertips ran across his tense jaw: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
