Everyone said that Song Zhao was the sharpest knife in the hands of the empress.
Wherever the blade points, blood and flesh turn into rivers; where the blade points, all armies become cold.
She lived her life as the strongest wall in the abyss, and also lived as the most silent lonely tomb.
Until that saintly girl from the Moon Clan came to Beijing.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty said that she was not of my race and her heart must be different.
The princess regarded her as a thorn in her side and wished she could get rid of her soon.
Even the empress, who is at the ninth level, has a deep look in her lowered eyes.
Only Song Zhao held the old crescent moon pendant in the middle of the night, thinking of many years ago——
Someone once said to her in a clear and gentle voice:
"From now on, you will be from Chenyue Valley."
Later, a late-night fire in the General's Mansion made people uneasy, and urgent news came from the northern border that the general who ruled the country had "died" on the battlefield.
In the same year, someone rebuilt a small courtyard in a small bamboo forest in the mountains of the north.
She taught her how to recognize the ancient characters of the demon clan, and she taught her how to practice human swordsmanship.
Until the day when the army surrounded the mountain, someone handed him a pill.
"Either they all die, or you take it, forget everything, and become the most perfect knife."
Song Zhao looked back at the moonlight-reflecting eyes behind him and smiled.
Then he raised his head and drank it all.
General Yama × Gentle Young Master, the story of two strong men, the sword and the moonlight
Purpose: Pursue self-will and freedom of soul under the control of established destiny and power