Spring Comes Late to the Desert

* A frail princess who cares for all the people vs. a prairie wolf king who bows his head for love

* Beauty vs. warlord

The fighting between Dongjing and Mobei had dragged on for decades, with blood staining the lands along their borders.

Jiang Xihe was a princess of Dongjing, treasured by everyone in the kingdom. But for the sake of its people, she volunteered to marry into Mobei.

In the eyes of Senbuer, the wolf king of Mobei, this princess who had come from afar was nothing more than a trophy offered by Dongjing.

He was a prairie god of war who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses, bearing the deep blood feud between Mobei and Dongjing.

He scoffed at her compassion and turned a deaf ear to her pleas.

Yet day after day, Jiang Xihe taught the tribespeople to grow vegetables to feed themselves, taught the young women to embroider for money, and taught the children to read and write.

In those eyes, always so cool and calm, were stars brighter than the night sky over Mobei. Little by little, they stirred his heart.

In the autumn of the fifteenth year of Yonghe, it had been seven years since Princess Zhaohua had married into Mobei.

She had poured her heart and soul into those years, finally bringing new hope to Mobei's barren land.

But those seven years had also left Jiang Xihe utterly spent.

Senbuer did everything he could to make amends, but still could not stop her health from deteriorating.

Later, the new emperor of Dongjing ascended the throne. Taking advantage of unrest in Mobei, he sent his banners straight toward the royal court. He intended not only to reclaim the border city, but also to make the wolf king return the princess who had been sent to marry him.

Senbuer was gravely wounded, but still fought back with everything he had.

As she watched the work of so many years on the verge of being destroyed, with the people once again plunged into suffering, Jiang Xihe could not bear it. She left a letter of divorce and departed Mobei of her own accord.

Senbuer fought his way out of the encirclement like a madman and, drenched in blood, pursued her to the city wall, doing everything he could to bring back his queen.

But in the end, all he received was a single sentence from her:

“I love you just as I love all the people of this world.”

It turned out that, in her eyes, he was no different from the countless people of the world.

* An imaginary dynasty, all details are invented. Please don't take it too seriously.

* Not a wish-fulfillment novel, and not a strong-female-lead story.

* An exceptionally high dose of frailty.

* Happy ending!!!

Theme: Uphold the heart of heaven and earth, and secure the lives of the people