Maweipo, the setting sun is like blood.
The six armies did not move and stood silently.
He and his fathers stood respectfully but stubbornly. There was only one condition for moving forward, a simple word "death".
"Your Majesty, please send the imperial concubine on her way."
I could tell that there was his determined voice in it.
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*First person, the heroine is not Yang Guifei
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