In the previous chapter, I wrote Xue Chuxin as Xia Chuxin again. I keep giving these two women of the Imperial Family the surname Xia. I'm speechless.
On War Dragon Mountain, twenty li east of Chang'an City, the flames of war raged. Battle cries and the clash of weapons intertwined into a fierce battle song.
Flames soared into the sky, staining half the horizon red. Amid flashing blades and flickering swords, blood and fire wove a scene of carnage.
At the foot of the mountain, ten thousand horses thundered and banners snapped in the wind. An army over ten thousand strong stood like a forest, a murderous chill filling the air, its momentum surging like a rainbow.
Two women stood at the very front, facing the wind. Their robes fluttered, their peerless elegance matched by their extraordinary presence.
In their youth, people had called them the Imperial Family's Two Beauties. Now that they were older, they were called the Imperial Family's Twin Heroes, or the Empire's Twin Heroes.
Xue Chuxin, in particular, was one of the divine beauties of Yang Jingxue's generation.
Xue Churan wore an ornate battle dress. An extraordinary air shone between her brows, displaying her noble bearing to the fullest.
She looked up at the mountaintop, where battle raged, then glanced at the woman beside her and said, "Sister Chuxin, His Majesty even sent little Sixth this time. Aren't you going to charge that old man Ge Laizheng with negligence? You're just going to let him off?"
Both belonged to collateral branches of the Imperial Family rather than the direct line, and they were on good terms.
Beside her, Xue Chuxin's long jade-green hair flowed down her back, and her eyes were the same shade of green. She had an excellent figure, and her aqua-green battle