She was once a "wild dog" begging for food on the street and a "monkey" working hard on the rope.
Today, she is the dragon-controlling general whom the entire army bows to, and she is also the "lonely" who is about to wear a yellow robe.
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This dragon chair was snatched by Qi Shu from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses.
Brothers are alienated, mentors are suspicious, and powerful officials surround him, but they can't stop a vigorous ambition.
But in the dead of night, looking at the empty throne, sometimes she would think of the young man who worshiped in the bamboo forest, the jar of wine he buried, and the old friends who were separated one by one.
But in this mortal world.
So many people coming and going.
She won't be lonely.
Intention: A lonely soul will never be lonely