My Lord, a Thousand Years Old

A sweet story of redemption. Gathering ingredients along the way.

In the spring of the twenty-seventh year of Yining, Jiang Luo saw Xie Zhiheng again. The favored son of the capital had been demoted to a remote borderland.

The Xie family had been demoted or killed, and his mother had died of illness on the journey into exile.

Jiang Luo had never imagined that she would meet him again in such a state.

That day, spring rain fell like silk. He was dead drunk, thrown out of a gambling den after gambling until midnight, and stumbling aimlessly down the road.

Jiang Luo recognized him and softly called his name.

"Xie Zhiheng?"

He suddenly froze, then replied coldly.

"I'm not."

He was no longer the spirited young general. He was only a gambler who couldn't even end his own life.

But Jiang Luo began following him.

When he was hurt, she bandaged him. When the weather turned cold, she mended his winter clothes.

No matter what, she wouldn't leave.

But Xie Zhiheng had nothing left to gain from now.

One day, by the light of a dim lamp, he suddenly asked Jiang Luo why.

As she sewed a quilt for him, Jiang Luo answered earnestly, "Because a good person like Xie Zhiheng will live to a hundred."

Later, as Xie Zhiheng repeatedly faced life and death, he always thought of the young woman desperately pulling him out of the mire, then standing in front of him with her frail body to say:

"Xie Zhiheng, live to a hundred."

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It took Xie Zhiheng just three years to fight his way back to the capital from the borderlands, rising from a life of hardship to being surrounded by admirers once more.

When Jiang Luo saw him astride his fine horse, all she could think was:

He had always been meant to be this spirited.

Noble young lady x young general

Theme: Stay true to your heart.