That year, Gongsun Ce was eighteen. Turmoil stirred beneath the court, spilling out from every secluded palace lane and carpeting each step of his road north. He volunteered to go to the frontier before Zhaoyang Hall. In just a day or two, he had fulfilled the wishes of so many.
He never expected to meet him. Outside the camp gate, a bowshot away. They watched the clouds rise over the frontier, the wind stirring whose banners and drums.
Three thousand willows saw him off.
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The writing is not that good
… Sir, I want to touch and worship you
Too... Too powerful... Isn't the author Danen really from time travel...
Too... Too powerful... Isn't the author Danen really from time travel...