When a furry panda cub fell in front of the Wei army camp, holding an old piece of blood-stained cloth in his arms, Wei Shao knew that he would never be able to escape this cause and effect in his life. The three-year-old boy looked up at him, with the same coldness and stubbornness hidden in his eyes.
My name is Xiong Dudu, and my nickname is Fufu, she said. I want you to support me.
The beacon fire in Youzhou was not extinguished, and the undercurrent in the court was raging. Wei Shao had no intention of hosting such a strange being. But with her extraterrestrial dimension and golden finger for predicting the future, she helped him avoid danger many times in the maelstrom of intrigues. A cold and ascetic marquis was forced to play the role of a proud father in front of others, but behind his back he slaughtered all his enemies for her. On the night when the Qiao clan was destroyed, the blood reflected her fur redly, and also illuminated his weakness.
If fate is a carefully designed encounter, then Wei Shao is willing to bear this debt, even if he is hired by mountains and rivers, and he spends the rest of his life to repay it.
When the mythical beast falls into the human world and the emperor bows down, who is the real prisoner?
Intention: I hate the Qiao clan out of regret.