As soon as the palace wall parted, five years passed in the blink of an eye. Shen Yue, who once personally guarded the royal family, was framed and secretly sent away by the young princess. He went to the Huangsha border alone and became a deputy general stationed in the desert. The cold wind and sand cannot erase the old scars in my heart, and the chipped blade remembers the past humiliation.
A summons silk with crescent marks was delivered to the military tent, and the princess issued an order asking him to return to Beijing immediately for reuse. I abandoned him like a pair of worn-out shoes back then, but now I think of using him when trouble comes? His confidant Zhao Tieniu tried his best to dissuade him, saying bluntly that it would be difficult to return from the dragon's den and the tiger's den in the capital.
Shen Yue burned the edict in public, but decided to set off, taking only two of his trusted aides with him on the road. The scorch mark left on the piece of silk is both a bond and a grudge. Returning to the capital this time, he is no longer a bodyguard who obeys orders, but an avenger who has returned armed with weapons and filled with old hatreds. He has stirred the turbulent whirlpool in the palace with his own hands.
