Hongxiu, who had already recovered her original name, Liang Hongxiu, stood outside Chang'an's city gate and turned back to look at the place she had lived in for more than ten years. It was a place she hated and loved.
The next moment, she gripped the three-foot sword in her hand tightly.
The sword seemed to give her endless strength, and her eyes were full of determination. She would definitely succeed in this trip to Qingzhou! If she didn't succeed, then she would die trying!
"Giddy up!"
Liang Hongxiu spurred her horse and left Chang'an with a valiant back view before disappearing on the main road in the direction of Qingzhou.
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In the marquis's residence in the capital, a red figure flashed across Zhou Shu's mind as he sighed emotionally.
He hoped that the Eight-Sided Han Sword he forged would be able to help her. He also hoped that everything would go smoothly in Qingzhou for the girl with a bitter life.
