That spring rain was falling, and Lu Qingchan knelt in front of the cruel and murderous new emperor, begging for mercy on behalf of her fiancé.
Xiao Ke looked at the graceful beauty in front of him and said with a half-smile, "Okay."
Only he knew that everything he did was for this day.
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"That year, I followed the late emperor on a personal expedition. When the war first came to an end, I saw the charming mountains and the sunset over the mountains and rivers. Do you know what I was thinking?" Xiao Ke's tone was light, as if he was chatting, "I was thinking that if Lu Qingchan was here, I would knock down this country and give it to her."
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