The war dragged on for thirteen years, right until Emperor Yin's passing.
The six-year-old JIANG Zhaoyue stared into her eyes, nodding slowly. "Brother Wuyi, I will remember what you said."
Si Fuqing's gaze trembled, "You..."
She knew that JIANG Zhaoyue truly achieved this.
She used her life to defend the nation's borders, swearing never to retreat.
Si Fuqing lowered her hand, unable to look at the overly mature little girl.
The cruelty of history manifested here.
Knowing everything was, in a way, very cruel.
She knew JIANG Zhaoyue would die at twenty-two, knew this future nation's heroine would die with her body riddled with arrows.
But she couldn't say anything.