In the winter when I was fifteen years old, Jiang Chuyuan gave up the peaceful life of seclusion and returned to the capital without hesitation to become my new wife. In this way, we became teachers and students from classmates.
My mother was ill and the corruption case gradually took over my life. Facing the fork in the road of life, I can no longer continue to be that carefree little princess. Picking up the sword, tying up my hair, and galloping on the battlefield is my destination. In the capital, there was a scholar from Huaizuo who was waiting eagerly.
Purpose: growth, anti-war, love