I came to Tianqi to ask King Qin to quell the chaos, not to sacrifice myself to become a benevolent person.
Ye Yongrong said so.
But the moment she stepped onto the battlefield, it seemed like she was destined to be shrouded in horse leather.
A good rider will fall from his horse, a good fighter will be destroyed.
If he didn't die in the snowstorm eleven years ago, he would die under the horses' hooves eleven years later.
I stole these eleven years and used it to miss a person, an old friend and an enemy.
When the candlelight in the bridal chamber flickers, and when the horse's hooves trample the corpse, the promise made back then finally becomes a final song.
In troubled times, we all have things we have to hold on to, so we are not old friends.
Is the enemy.
Concept: The original work dug holes but did not fill them, and relied entirely on my own imagination.
