Looking back on my life, there are only four glimpses worth recalling...
The first glance... Was of the young man in green who was smiling at me with his fingers caressing in the heartless water pavilion. The warm eyes he glanced at in a hurry made me fall into a whirlpool...
The second glance... Was that the eyes as gentle and beautiful as asparagus were filled with blood-deep murderous intent. I never thought that the young man in green was actually a spy sent by the East Palace, mercilessly wielding the cold sword to kill all my family...
The third glance... Is of the two handsome young masters riding with me on the grassland under the childhood sweethearts. One is Qi Jinghuan, the ninth prince of Daxuan, one is the prince of the first-class negative country, and the other is Tu Liang, who controls more than 500,000 British cavalry. They solemnly agreed to eternal friendship...
The fourth glance... Was a pair of eyes dyed red with murderous intent provoked by the scoundrel, a pair of eyes that had long been darkened by the influence of monarchy. Jin Huan... Jin Huan... Ning Hong was unjustly accused... How could I rebel? That was the last look I had before Jin Hwan ordered his eyes to be gouged out...