The roads in Jinling are bustling with flowers and flowers, and everything is at her feet.
Ji Luojin held the long sword in her hand and smiled slowly. She would trample him under her feet, crush him in the dust, trample on his pride, crush his faith inch by inch, and make everyone pay the price!
The majestic face was splashed with blood, and countless broken soldiers fell under the peach tree.
Not far away, the young master in white clothes stood on an angry horse, sheathing his sword, his handsome face kneeling at her feet with a cold expression in the bright sunshine.
"Your Majesty, I am late."
Purpose: The rise of women's rights in a male-dominated world