The cold wind was blowing, and the beacon smoke was raging. On the lonely high platform, the charming and dignified young Queen Mother sat alone on the bone-cold throne, listening to the shouts of the soldiers fighting all the way, and gently rubbed her forehead. The man was making camp step by step, and in just over a month, he was as powerful as a broken bamboo. The only one who went straight to the king's palace was wearing a purple robe, and his armor was gleaming with cold light. Although the two were far away, there was a faint smell of blood, but he saw that he had a straight jade crown, a calm expression, and a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, as if he was still the boy he first met when he was sixteen years old. There was mist in those eyes, Xi Tong couldn't see clearly.
"Come to me." He said as gently as he could, taking off half of his silver mask.
"Oh, it's really gratifying that His Highness Yanxin can come back to life." There was a lot of sarcasm in Xitong's words, and every word came out from between his teeth, showing unabashed hatred. There was a "pop" sound, and there was the sound of brittle jade breaking.
"That's it..." Wei Ji clapped his hands, and the bodyguard respectfully presented a blood-red dazzling carved case plate. Xitong saw him kicking away the torn jade lying on the ground without a trace of nostalgia, and said: "Could it be that the Queen Mother is thinking about Emperor Xuan Jin and wants to follow him? Then my brother will help you. The credential that Emperor Zhaoping just issued will be buried with you."
Concept: the image of a woman who strives for self-improvement