Once I traveled through time, I was the only remaining descendant of the Duke of Wei.
The emperor granted marriage and sent a beautiful princess from the south of the Yangtze River.
Everyone in the government and the public praised her as gentle, gentle, dignified and virtuous.
On the wedding night, the red candles burned high.
The beauty, who had smiled sweetly just now, suddenly took the whip, her eyes filled with ambition and hostility that had been hidden for many years.
The Central Plains fell, and the royal family moved south. Only half of the south of the Yangtze River was left in ruins, and all their homeland in the north of the Yangtze River fell into the hands of the enemy.
Everyone in the world was deceived by her mask, but I was the only one who could see the madness in her heart.
She forced me to recruit, raise, and train troops, and work together to break through the wars of troubled times.
In the crisis of the remaining dynasty, if you retreat, you will die and your family will be destroyed; if you advance, you will dance with wolves.
Then follow her north, clear away the chaos, and regain the mountains and rivers!
