"Su Lingyang, why did you betray me?" "The prince is joking, the general has never been loyal to you." He lowered his eyes. "How can we talk about betrayal?" It was the ninth day of July in the eighth year of Jingyang. That day, the man slowly pointed at his chest with a long sword in his hand. That day, a wildfire raged and burned all the fallen branches outside the Chonghua Palace. Ashes and dust rise, and the mist is hazy. When fate condenses and melts, the wind and skinny wind gradually ceases. "At the end of this scene, everyone parted in a hurry. I only hope that you and I will live up to each other in the next life."