Everyone thought that the person whom the prince disliked the most in his life was the cold and aloof war god of Northern Xinjiang who was incomparable in all battles.
But no one knows——
He can be picky and competitive in every way, and others are not allowed to slander him even with a word of gossip;
He was arrogant, awkward, and obsessed with saving face. He hid his youthful passion in the tit-for-tat that lasted for several years.
Mountains and rivers are in turmoil, and beacon smoke rises suddenly.
In that battle, the silver-armored general's blood was stained with the yellow sand, and his bones were buried in the wasteland of the northern border.
Later, everything was peaceful and peaceful, and the prosperous age finally came to an end.
The twenty-nine-year-old guard general had guarded the border alone for ten years, guarding his home and country, waiting for his soul.
I have guarded the mountains and rivers you want. When will you come back and see me?
