The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the peeling red paint on the palace walls. Jiang Xun stepped across the jade steps with his sword in hand, his black dragon-patterned shirt stained with wet blood, and every sound of his boots was heard in the dead palace city.
On the high seat, the man was still wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, but his crown had been removed. He looked at the blood drops hanging from the tip of her sword, slowly walked out of the hall, and suddenly chuckled: "You are indeed more suitable for wearing the emperor's official uniform than me."
She suddenly raised the edge of her sword and pointed it directly at his throat, "Stop or die."
He stared into her cold star-like eyes and suddenly reached out to hold the sword blade. The blood snaked down along the gilded lines, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Instead, he took a step forward and let the tip of the sword sink into his chest.
"You...!" Her pupils shrank suddenly and her fingertips trembled, but he held her wrist tightly.
"After all, I'm not as good as you..." He coughed up blood, but his smile deepened, "I knew it when I first saw you..."
Jiang Xun pulled out the sword, cut off a few strands of his hair, and stumbled into her arms. His pale face was somewhat relieved, and he was as angry as a gossamer: "This country... Is dirty... Come and wash it..."
Her arms sank, and she looked down and saw his increasingly cold smile. Thunder struck outside the eaves, and at some point it began to rain lightly, washing away the blood stains on the sword.
Intention: Women can also plan the world, overcome problems with wisdom, and control the world with heart. Don't care about worldly words, be independent and sober and achieve yourself.
