"Young Marshal Shen will be your enemy in the past and will give you his fate in the future"
Author: Yu Wu
Introduction
Su Wanyi, the daughter of a traitor, lived for eighteen years with her spiritual blood. She only learned one thing in her life - to atone for her father's sins.
She transcribed the names of the one hundred and thirty-two souls of the Shen family one by one, and her mind was gnawed at by endless resentment every night. Even wishing for death was a luxury. Her father warned her before he died: "You are a key to the family's glory while you are alive."
After the catastrophe, Shen Yanchen, the orphan of the Shen family, crawled back from the sea of fire. The cold blade was pointed directly at her throat: "You owe me, pay with your life."
She did not dodge, she stretched out her arms to hug him tightly and burst into tears: "My life is inherently low, if you hate it, just take it. But before your mother hanged herself, she left a last word - 'I hope my son will not live for hatred'."
From then on, she was willing to protect him from the poison, and he risked his life to protect her. She asked for anything from him, and he responded to her requests.
One person bears the blood feud of destroying his family and fights every step of the way; the other person is trapped in the shackles of the fate of being a spiritual descendant, trying to atone for his sins step by step. In front of us, we are the eternal enemy Mo Lu, but behind us, we are entangled with each other through a soul bond. We have been burned in the sea of fire and have survived two reincarnations.
In the early years of the Republic of China, beacon smoke swept across the mountains and rivers.
She was reborn and fell into the Jiangnan market. She was sold by her biological father and became a cowardly and humble ordinary woman.
He was reborn on the battlefield in the Northland and transformed into a stern young commander who was deeply involved in the turbulent times and held a heavy army.
Reunited on the long street in the troubled times, a black iron order wrapped in a gunpowder bullet casing broke through the air and fell at her feet, with a short eight characters engraved on it: Yanchen is here, don't be afraid of your clothes.
