Yu Lanxue stood on the city gate wearing a battle robe, with a body without body temperature lying next to him. He looked desperately at the thousands of troops under the city wall, and his eyes finally rested on the man riding the bloody horse that he had given him when he went on the expedition. Yu Lanxue spoke in a trembling voice: "Qian Liu, is this the triumphal ceremony you said?" Yu Lanxue never thought that the brother he trusted and was close to was the mastermind of the rebellion.