The twenty-four-year-old Lian Liuxing was at her best age. When other women were getting married and having children, she held a black iron spear, rode a thousand-mile horse, commanded an army of millions, wore red clothes and soft armor, quelled the chaos in the world, and established an eternal reputation. But such a person flashed by like a meteor, and quietly escaped to Shu after the war. Several years later, when she appeared again in the eyes of the world, she stood on the execution platform in prison clothes. Three steps away stood the charges against her. Lian Liuxing stood upright on the ground, lifted up his clothes and was about to kneel down, when a man rode a jade-colored long-maned horse into the execution ground. "Xing'er." He smiled and said, "I'm here to pick you up." "If I fall in love with someone, I will hold her to the highest and best position and make everyone in the world envy her." "What about you?" "Watch her get married and have children, and keep her safe and happy."
Intention: No matter how strong a person is, he can be saved; no matter how great love is, it cannot beat the justice of family and country.