It was the third year of Chengping in the Northern Wei Dynasty and the seventeenth year of Tianrun in the Southern Chu Dynasty.
The once powerful empire was about to collapse.
There are forbidden soldiers inside who are waving their arms vigorously with guns in their hands, and the nine states are divided.
The rebel flags rustled in the wind, spreading rapidly like wildfire in the dark night, and the sky above the court became even more turbulent.
In the chaos sweeping the world, Chen Yun stood like a majestic mountain, unyielding. He held his head high and his eyes were like a torch, piercing through the fog.
A real man was born in troubled times, and he should build his reputation with iron bones and build his reputation for the rest of his life. He only seeks fame from horses. He is truly a heroic husband.
