That year, he was the direct young master of the Hereditary General's Palace, and she was the daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace. A childhood engagement created the loving relationship they have today.
But he couldn't withstand the flames of war in this troubled world. As the legitimate son of the General's Palace, he would eventually carry the glory of the General's Palace, wear a strong sword and kill the enemy on the battlefield.
On the eve of the expedition, he hugged her gently and spoke softly,
"Rui'er, once the rebellion in Xirong is settled, I will come back and marry you."
Looking at the young man with picturesque features in front of her, her long eyelashes slightly drooped to hide the reluctance in her eyes, and she smiled lightly at him, "I'll wait for you, Huaijin."
Five words, but in exchange for three long years of longing, that day the east wind brought warmth, the ice skin began to melt, and the horseshoes trembled. She finally managed to keep the clouds parting and her lover returned.
On the day of the wedding, with the sound of firecrackers and the stars, the beautiful wedding night was destroyed by the Beidi War. The silver moon hung in the sky. He held her hand with a sad look on his face.
"Rui'er, it's me who can't help you after all. If you wait... When I come back, I won't wrong you anymore."
Her eyes were gentle, but her frowning eyebrows still revealed her inner helplessness.
"Husband, go early and come back early. I'll wait for you."
Afraid of lovesickness, already thinking about lovesickness, when it's my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows.
From that day on, she got up early every day to dress and stand in front of the city gate, no matter whether it rained or sunlit, flowers bloomed or fell, and she waited for one year, two years...
How terrible it is to wait, to look old and break one's heartstrings, but yet one is willing to do so.