The most proud thing in the life of Song Zhaoning, Princess Changle of Daliang, was not the overwhelming love from her father, nor the splendor and prosperity of Yong'an City, but the fact that she picked up a bullied little guard on the Xuanwu Gate campus.
That man was good-looking, calm-tempered, good at both civil and military affairs, and after getting along with him for a long time, he still had some indescribable tenderness.
She thought she had a sharp eye and thought she had picked up a treasure.
She even thought about telling her father that she wanted to marry him when the war subsided.
Until the enemy's cavalry broke through the country's gate, until she stood on the tower and saw the familiar figure of the leader of the army.
——The wolf she picked up finally showed its fangs.
Killing herself with a sword on the tower was her last atonement for this world.
But she didn't know that the man who had lied to her for two years would remain unmarried for the rest of his life and would call her by his name until he died.
She didn't even know that five hundred years after he was tortured in the Eternal Hell, he became a ferryman on the Forgotten River.
Wearing a black robe and a bamboo pole, he ferried countless dead souls across the river in silence.
He waits for no one.
He is only waiting for one person.
Intention: Just waiting for one person to get on the boat