In the third year of Chu Yi's rule, in the northwest region of Liangzhou.
The northwestern sun in August was hot, and the rolling heat waves in the air made it difficult to breathe.
The strong wind howled continuously, sweeping up countless broken leaves and sand. The air in the northwest seemed to be gray.
The wind and sand accidentally blinded him. Li Yunrong felt a sharp pain in his finger.
She looked down and saw a half-inch-long wound on the finger of her left middle finger. Dazzling blood flowed out of the wound and dripped to the ground.
"Madam." The maidservant, Xia Lian, exclaimed nervously. She hurriedly pressed a handkerchief on the wound on Li Yunrong's finger.
After the bleeding stopped, Xia Lian asked with a complicated expression, "Madam, is there something on your mind recently?"
