(I started writing the novel a few years ago. I lost my password and account for a while. I picked it up this year. I will try to update it daily starting tomorrow. I'm really sorry for taking so long.)
Many years ago, the late emperor of the Xuan Kingdom destroyed the great northern kingdom and conquered it for the sake of a woman he had only met once. At that time, with only a few hundred elites, he wiped out all the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in Zhaoguo. Then, this man from the Xuan Kingdom, who came from the south, entered the main hall of the Zhaoguo Palace unscathed majestically. There were no guards or maids in the main hall. Sitting there is the Emperor Zhao Guo. Standing next to him was a woman wearing a white veil and plain white clothes. It seems that I have been waiting for a long time. Emperor Xuan Guo glanced at the woman in white gauze, and without saying anything, he drew his sword and pointed it directly at Emperor Zhao Guo in the palace. He raised the corner of his mouth, with the aura of an emperor, as if he had regarded this Zhao country as his own land, and said: "I'm here to ask for someone."
Emperor Zhao did not offer any resistance. He just stood up slowly, glanced at the woman standing next to him, and sighed heavily.
Many years later, Qilu returned to the imperial city of Xuan Kingdom from the abandoned land of Zhaoguo. Suddenly he seemed to understand that sigh.
It's spring again, but I don't know where my old friend has gone. What is supposed to happen will eventually happen. The so-called disaster in life is really unavoidable.