General Chang Ning 长宁将军 by 蓬莱客 Peng Lai Ke (HE)

When Jiang Hanyuan was thirteen years old, she first met the man with the courtesy name Jinmei in her father’s military camp.

At that time, the young Lord Anle was representing the emperor, pacifying the frontier and rewarding the troops. Under the cold gleam of silver hooks, he smiled, drinking to the last drop; wearing a bow and robe, riding his white horse, he startled the frosty dawn of the yellow sand beyond the Great Wall.

Many years passed, so many that Jiang Hanyuan had forgotten that late autumn. One day, she was told that he had asked for her hand in marriage, intending to make her his wife.

By then, he had become the regent in the capital, seated high in the imperial court, with power that swayed the nation.

She was willing to be his vanguard, to help him flatten mountains and fill seas, to expand his territory—she would die for him without regret.

However, apart from herself, no one in this world would ever know that on that crisp autumn morning in the frontier, when the galloping horses, the bowstrings, and the startled swan-like sounds echoed in the air, there had once been a streak of brightness in her youthful, desolate dreams.

No one would know.

In this lifetime, there would be no such thing again.

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When Jiang Han Yuan was thirteen years old, it was in her father’s military camp that she met the man that people called Jin Mei for the first time.

At that time, the young prince of Anle had gone to the border to reward the troops on behalf of the emperor. In the cold light of the silver hook, a laugh in a glass of wine ; Shooting arrows on a white horse, shocking the frosty dawn outside the yellow sand wall. ​

A long time had passed since then, so long ago that Jiang Han Yuan already forgot that late autumn. One day, she was told that he had gone to her father to ask for marriage, to make her his wife.

At this time, he was already the regent at the palace, sitting high above everyone, holding the greatest power.

She was willing to be his pawn, to move mountains and seas for him, expand the lands for him, without any regret, even if she died.

However, except for herself, no one else in the world would know that on that early autumn morning at the border where the galloping horse that would chase after the wind and the light but fast sound of the arrow was heard, there was also a light in all the desolate dreams she had as a young girl.

No one would know.

In this lifetime, no one else would know.

That’s what she told herself.

(Translated by Vico SDL)

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