Everyone knows that Bai Muxue is the most untouchable and enviable young master in the capital. The emperor dotes on him, the princess falls in love with him, and even the prince of the East Palace hates him deeply.
Only Yan Shiyu, the silent ghost hostage in the palace, saw through the cracks in his perfect disguise. Bai Duixue would secretly give him the delicacies given by the emperor, and would "just happen to" pass by to rescue him when he was being humiliated. Everyone laughed at the young master for raising a beautiful dog. Only Yan Shiyu kissed his hand that was shaking from sword practice late at night and asked in a low voice: "... Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." Bai Duixue looked at the north with bright eyes, "My father died there. I can't be his only shame."
So, at the age of seventeen, Bai Muxue left a farewell note and secretly joined the Tianwei Army to rush to the border where her father died for his country.
When the news came back, the whole capital was in an uproar. The prince clapped his hands and praised him, waiting for him to be wrapped in horse leather.
The sword has no eyes in the battlefield. When Bai Duxue was trapped in a tight siege and exhausted, he saw the northern sky being swallowed up by endless black shadows. The hostage Yan Shiyu who was supposed to be imprisoned in the deep palace came through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. He had silver hair and red eyes, and was as strange as a god or demon coming to the world.
He picked up Bai Muxue in the midst of thousands of troops, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Wuyu, you've had enough fun, it's time to come back."
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