He looked at her in silence, his body exuding low pressure, but he couldn't say a word of weight.

She had arrived in a hurry, and she hadn't even had time to change her clothes, and she was still wearing the armor of the battlefield, which was cold and shiny.

Their relationship is always like this, a current saint and a general of the town, but there are many contradictions and tensions.

After all, the concept is different.

He wants to figure it out slowly, and she wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

He wants stability, but she wants speed.

Every time she went out on the expedition, she disrupted all his arrangements with the sentence "The general will not be affected by the life of the king", and the soldiers were dangerous, with a ruthless strength until death, bringing back the military exploits that shocked the world.

There are many things between them, consistent, antagonistic, conflicting, attracting.

Conquest and protection, appreciation and disgust, different emotions are intertwined in each of their conversations, and every contact is tinged with swords and swords.

In such a dangerous relationship, in fact, it is best to stay away from it, and he can remove her from the post of general, or she can ask for orders to guard the frontier instead of participating in the expedition.

But none of them are willing to back down, they are just as crazy in their bones, and they all think that they will be the victors in this relationship, so the more dangerous they are, the closer they must be.

Now that the Turks have died down and the expedition is over, their meeting has not been stopped by this, and it is even more unstable than before, as if they will soon break through a critical point and something will happen.

It's not as tragic as your life and death, after all, they are all in the position of defending their families and defending the country.

So what happens?

His gaze flickered and landed on the back of her hand, where there was a tiny sword wound that dried up the blood gushing out.

He stepped forward and grabbed her hand with her look of surprise, wanting to take a closer look at the wound, but the moment he held the hand, he suddenly discovered the fact that she was a daughter through the bones of his hand.

Before that, they had never had physical contact.

But at this moment, the critical line that had been tense between them suddenly broke.

She read it all from the way he looked at it, and she took his hand and chuckled under her breath.

He looked down, his lips falling on her forehead.

It was still snowing outside the palace, and the cold wind was passing through the palace buildings, like a knife, and like the years of conquest.

And in the palace of Nuoda, he and her kissed fiercely, like a return from the end of the war.