When Xiao Rongxuan was called back to the capital by a decree, she resisted in her heart. How could a commander with great military exploits be willing to return to Luoyang and become a prisoner of wealth? Moreover, any of the things she had done in the past nine years that violated the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Northern Territory would be enough to kill her if she was brought up. But her family is still in the capital, but her food and grass are in the hands of that emperor. No one in the world can compete with the Great Sage Emperor Zetian, not even she, Xiao Rongxuan.
In the twelfth lunar month of the year when she was twenty-three years old, she took a few close friends and embarked on the road back to the capital.
The bloody shady scene of Luoyang is waiting for her return with open arms.
There is a saying: The Longquan sword roars in the wind, and the heavy snow covers the solitary sword. On a peaceful day, the golden cup is shining, and the frost branches are high with the remaining chrysanthemums. The storm arose, the tongues of fire roared, and the corpses were littered with wormwood. As soon as I left Hanguan, my kindness was broken, and my shadow was in the sky.
From the emperor's relatives, princes and generals, to the men of letters and knights, who can escape from this bloody power and conspiracy?
Intention: I hope that for thousands of years, the chili pepper will sing.