I suddenly recalled that year in a dream long, long time later.
He was ordered by the emperor to put an end to the war ten miles across the border. He stood in front of the capital gate with his armed and iron horse, the biting cold wind ruffled the red fringes on his silver helmet, and the blood-stained flag stood beside him. He looked like a high-spirited young man.
He only asked for one favor: Shili Hongzhuang would marry me.
The emperor agreed, and everyone in the capital was happy. The emperor married Princess Chaoci to General Xuanwu, leaving a lasting legacy.
On the evening of their wedding, with a red smile and a gentle whisper, he made a promise in the lingering moment: "If I can reach a high position, I am willing to share the country with the one I love."
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Such a beautiful scene.
But it wasn't until half my life passed that I realized that he was the person he loved deeply.
It was never me.
Concept: Some love may be a mistake at the beginning