The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the capital city, where the tall buildings have slightly raised corners, like lone wild geese waiting to fly. There was a copper bell hanging on the corner, and when the wind passed by it, there was a crisp sound. A group of people came in from the city gate. Everyone on the horse was wearing iron armor, looking down majestically at the citizens who came to greet them. This was when I just came back from the war. I really couldn't wait to see you. After returning to the city, I ran straight to Jiang Mansion. I will never forget the scene when you just came out of Jiang Mansion. You were wearing red clothes and had your hair neatly pulled into a small bun. Although this doesn't look like you, I still feel that you haven't changed. You still face me with your brightest smile, and you still rush to hug me as soon as you see me. You shed tears of joy, I know you miss me too, my Wen Qing. (Mu Xuyuan's perspective) (This article is an imaginary history and has no historical prototype. However, it borrows the official system of the Tang Dynasty. Some readers of official names may find it confusing. Please forgive me and thank you.)