Everyone thought he was ambitious
But no one knows that he has made great achievements in battle just to die.
Years later, someone finally asked him why
He said that the current emperor who was hurt by me was nothing but an empty shell. Now he is ruthless and murderous. But I know that he is most afraid of those rivers of blood. If I die, give him my soul. If he is cold, use my blood to warm him.
That year, plum blossoms bloomed all over the garden, bright and charming against the silver-white snow.
He was standing under a tree, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand
He said, Xuancheng, I can no longer protect you...
He lowered his head, the corners of his eyes turning slightly red
After so many years of bloody fighting, none of the dozens of scars left on his body made him shed tears. Only the little emperor named Yin Xuancheng was his deepest wound. Every day he dreamed about the once simple and soft-hearted little emperor, which made him feel pain deep in his bones.
When he loosened his hand, a piece of tea in the cup spilled and melted into a piece of snow.