After the long pursue of her love for Dijun had moved the heavens Dijun and Feng Jiu were fated together. Causing both Feng Jiu and Dijun were severely injured. When they had woken up, a brand new chapter awaits ahead of them. After their 200 years...
Leading his thousands of troops to war, the 4th prince dressed in his arm and held his sword tightly to him as he looks at the edge of the cliff to where the enemies were fighting with each other. Recently the invasion of the Northern had intensified gathering all the land and torturing the people. Clutching on the handle of his sword, the 4 prince look at the empire.
"Your highness." His head steward calls out for him. "Please be careful."
The 4th prince nodded and a small smile appears on his face as he stepped down into the battlefield withdrawing out his sword. He carefully observed the area before attacking and planning his steps carefully as he came in with the sword. When the 4th prince was a young boy, he had often read books on war and had shown his intelligence and excellence in wars and keeping the country in balance. However, it was already 3 days since the war had started and there was no chance of success. As he looks down at the map and clutching his fist he sighs loudly. How can he call himself the Prince of the Empire when he can't do anything to protect it. He thought it again, how little of time he has. Its been 3 days but there were no signs of the leader of the invaders' insight.
"Your highness." The steward calls out for him again. "You haven't slept for days. I'm worried about your health."
Turning around the 4th prince look at him.
"You think I can rest while my father's empire is falling apart?" He asked coldly. Grabbing on his sword he looks out in the tent. The morning had roses into the clear sky dying the color blood red. Too much blood was spilled in a matter of 4 days. But afar he could still hear the sounds of the swords and the death in the air. The pungent smell that he will never forget the taste of it in the air. The yelling. Never had he seen a scene in his sight but now are painted clearly in his mind. He had lost so many men and even some were injured. With only 850 of them left, he has to be smart.
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Bandaging the wound in his hand, he stepped outside with his sword and continued fighting. If he was lucky enough today he could find the leader and killed him right on the spot. Then his father's Empire would be at peace. As he was fighting it, he felt he had gotten stronger. Yet he had seen the long strand of hair coming to him holding a sword and wearing an armor she stands in front of him. Looking at the figure he watches as the mysterious brave soldier fighting and killing all the enemies right on the spot with a swing of her sword. She had saved him. Coming to him she kneels to his side holding her sword up.
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"Your highness, are you alright?" She asked him.
A woman he had thought when he looked at her. Since the time of war, women were not allowed to stepped foot on the battlefield. Judging by the dirt on her face, she must be here for a very long time and even the blood around her robe, he could tell she was injured too. But all she cares was his safety. Now that he had thought about it for the last 4 days, whenever he was in trouble someone would come in and saved him. Could it be her that had been saving him all this time?
