She committed suicide in front of the two armies and exchanged her eighteen-year-old life for an armistice between the two countries.
The blood dyed the white clothes red, dyed the yellow sand red, and also dyed the rest of Li Chengyin's long life without her red.
He was the fifth prince of the Feng Dynasty, and his alias was Gu Xiaowu, who deceived her sincerity, led his troops to destroy her entire clan, and personally beheaded her grandson. She once jumped into the River of Forgetfulness for him, and fell from the city tower for him.
"Li Chengyin, I forgive you."
These were the last words she left. With laughter, with tears, with the love and hate that has nowhere to rest after the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed.
He ascended the throne, took charge of the government, and achieved peace in the world. He was the wisest monarch in the history books of later generations. But only he knew that every night he would be awakened by the same nightmare - the moment when the white clothes fell, the sound of the golden sword falling to the ground, the girl he had let down in his life but could never make up for it.
He doesn't deserve to have descendants, doesn't deserve to be forgiven, and doesn't deserve to have any tomorrow without her.
However, fate gave him the cruelest and most merciful gift——
Waking up one night, he returned to the night before his mission to Xizhou.
She is still the beautiful girl wearing red clothes and galloping in the desert of the Western Regions.
In this life, he is no longer Gu Xiaowu. He would not lie to her, use her, or harm any of her clan members. Those hidden conspiracies, those false news, those excuses for genocide - he will tear them apart one by one with his own hands.
Even if you have to become the enemy of the world, even if you have to give up the throne that is within your reach.
He also wanted to stand in front of her and say something nice:
"Xiao Feng, this time, it's me who will protect you."
