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Jiang Nianyao had been with him for ten years, from the rough countryside to the supreme ninety-five, and watched with her own eyes as the beloved boy gradually became a person that everyone looked up to. But on this day, he hugged another woman and said to her: "You are just a servant." The last trace of warmth of the once cool and cool young man disappeared in his mind, Jiang Nianyao thought, it is time to leave. The snow in Sujing was much heavier than in previous years, and clusters of red plum blossoms were blooming in the capital. The day she disappeared from his world in a snow-white silk dress, even the snow stopped for her. But after she left, the formerly arrogant and noble emperor turned gray overnight, and the most favored noble concubine was ordered to cut off her fingers. He did not spare any of those who had bullied her and humiliated her. He sat in the snow and murmured: "Ayao, it's time to come back..." But he forgot that the one who had betrayed her the most was himself.

War and weapons, these two ferocious monsters that go hand in hand, emerged long before the emergence of classes. The strong rely on them to achieve dominance, and the weak rely on them to survive and strengthen themselves. Since ancient times, as long as there is a spear, there is a shield. With the development of science, in modern times, the scale of war, the update of weapons, and the war concepts of planners are enough to astonish outsiders who are content with the status quo...