One night Liu Xiaofeng read a book, it was a sweet novel.
Good news: She's a princess.
Bad news: She is cannon fodder and has destroyed the country. He died miserably.
The country is weak and incompetent.
The nobles only want to have fun, and they spend their days drinking and eating, grabbing territory everywhere.
The people at the lower level were subject to heavy corvee duties, successive years of drought, and sudden plagues, resulting in heavy casualties.
Liu Xiaofeng saw it in front of his eyes, but he could do nothing.
When the country was in danger, Liu Xiaofeng took up the responsibility of the princess and went to the enemy country as a hostage.
There, the prince Yang Mu fell in love with Liu Xiaofeng at first sight. He launched a coup, proclaimed himself king, and put down the uprising in the country within one year.
Yang Mu promised to appoint Liu Xiaofeng as his queen after the situation in the country calmed down.
Yang Mu launched a war, and the war came.
The smell of blood lingers on the battlefield, dark clouds press over the city, and a heavy rain is coming.
In front of Liu Xiaofeng were the people in the city that she would rather go to the enemy's country to protect. Behind her were her lover and a hundred thousand soldiers lined up neatly.
Liu Xiaofeng knew it was time to make a choice.
Rain
After all, it still pours out from the clouds
The sound of raindrops, the lashing rain, the mist spreading to the ground, the cold rain smashing into the red mud.
Intention: a difference in thought