Laughter mingled with the wind, which carried it from the mountain top downwards, brushing past the bells on the tall buildings of the city, sweeping over orderly streets and banners, over the common people, over the Emperor Qin, who dismounted and led his horse on foot, and finally over Changfeng Building.
In Changfeng Building, a woman leaned by the window, watching that majestic and spirited man walk through the world.
Surrounded by the people.
In these past few years, Xue Shuangtao's martial skills were ultimately inadequate, unable to fight in such front-line places, only staying in the rear. Now, after many years, rarely seeing the splendor and aura of Emperor Qin, she could only breathe a sigh of relief, yet it was accompanied by a sense of melancholy.
