Summary
The young general, proud in his fine clothes and astride his steed, was appointed by my imperial father to be my personal guard.
He was unwilling, and I understood.
Who would have thought, on the day my father bestowed a consort upon me, he knelt outside the palace gates and refused to rise.
“This humble general is willing to offer eight thousand miles of wind and sand, the moonlight, and fifty years of glorious future,
in exchange for the princess’s favor.”