Yellow sand blotted out the sky, and bloodshed swept across the land. Warhorses charged, silver spears and fierce blades clashed.
She was Princess Fengyao, and also General Yixuehun.
He was General Anlong, and also the Fourth Prince of Diancang.
Their blades and spears clashed, yet neither could defeat the other.
From then on, she regarded him as the greatest humiliation of her life, while he saw her as the flaw in his own.
And yet, they remembered each other.
He said, "Will you take my empire as your betrothal gift?"
She smiled calmly and parted her cherry-red lips. "I shall give you my empire. You will marry me!"
He pondered in silence. "Allow me to consider it..."
