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She once thought that he was the only one she could rely on in troubled times. Later, on the day when the city was destroyed, she knelt in the snow and watched him lead his horse by, looking past her to the burning palace of her motherland behind her. "General," she heard her own voice, as dumb as broken jade, "on the day you married me, were you even half sincere?" He reined in his horse and didn't look back. After a long time, the answer was not what was asked: "Your Highness, Da Yin is dead and you are free." Freedom. Nan Yuan lowered her head and looked at the old scar on her wrist - the wound he bandaged for her with his own hands three years ago. It turned out that from the beginning, he was ready to hand over the knife with his own hands. Then... As you wish. Later, the new emperor ascended the throne and held a banquet for all the ministers. During the dinner, someone mentioned the whereabouts of the subjugated princess. Shen Qingci put down his wine cup and said with a cold smile: "What does life and death have to do with me?" Before he finished speaking, an announcement came from outside the palace-- "The commander-in-chief of the new army in the northern border has an audience-" He raised his eyes. I saw her wearing black armor and walking in the light. Behind him, the city he buried with his own hands planted her flag.