In ten years, it was your country that bloomed like a brocade. Looking at this country like a dream, it made countless generations of heroes drunk. It was my ruthless men who looked at this blood-stained and picturesque mountain and river, and how many dreams were broken.
One is a general stationed at the border.
One is the emperor who comes to the world.
Two people who love, kill and hate each other, bear the love and hatred in their hearts.
I have been trapped in my heart for many years before I realized that this picturesque land is not as beautiful as the cinnabar between your eyebrows.