She wants the wronged soul to be cleared, the great revenge to be avenged, and the world to be in order.
Mu Yibai remembered the heavy snowfall and dark sky in the 34th year of Yong'an.
The last sight was of his brother Mu Simo kneeling in the snow, his fox fur completely red, his last words shattered by a roar amid the light of the sword.
"Take Xiaobai away! Let's go!!"
The one hundred and seventy-two wronged souls of the Mu family are both shackles and armor. They are the snow that has been falling in her heart for twelve years.
I only hope that the wronged souls will be brought to justice, the great revenge will be avenged, and the world will be bright and clear!
And just when she was about to be swallowed up by this bloody road and reach the edge of being broken.
The calm third prince smiled and spoke, revealing her eleven years of confusion.
"The enemies return to the west, the souls of the family members return to their hometown, knight, where will you return?"
Intention: I am willing to shed my blood in exchange for a snow falling world.