The zithers fell silent in the north, while banners flew across the eastern plains. The breeze has vanished into the distance; this is the road of no return.
Wan Yun often thought that if she were not a princess, and Song Chen were just a commoner, their path would surely be several times easier. Or, if she were a man and Song Chen a woman, they could love each other and live happily ever after.
But she was the eldest princess of a nation, standing above countless others. She was respected, feared, and watched.
If he had lived through the turmoil of centuries past, he would surely have earned glory beyond compare, riding in splendid clothes and getting everything he wished for. But he was born in this peaceful age, with nothing but the ability to lead troops into battle and a heart full of ambition.
When they first met, he knew all he wanted was a single promise from the princess. Wasn't her name Wan Yun? So what if she granted him this one wish?
When they met again, he thought the eldest princess was no good. She had deceived him time and again. Why should he worry about her? It wasn't as if he wanted to usurp her family's throne.
He didn't understand how dangerous gossip could be, or how these frail civil officials could condemn so many with a stroke of the pen. One general's triumph was built on the bones of countless soldiers. Fortunately, by the time he understood this, everyone was still by his side.
Theme: With a sincere heart, he sees her and the world.
