Mu Qin

Mu Qing and Feng Xin were princes from different, often warring countries. It was a cold winter, the likes of which hadn't been seen in a long time. Food was running low, and the people were beginning to starve. Mu Qing 's country was smaller than Feng Xin's, and his people weren't particularly good warriors. And it was precisely that winter that Feng Xin's father was preparing to strike at the ill-fated state. Mu Qing knew full well they would lose, but he couldn't convince his father otherwise, so he arranged a meeting with Feng Xin. On the appointed day and time, the young prince Feng Xin rode his white horse to an extraordinarily beautiful clearing, overlooking a raging sea. Right at the edge stood a hooded figure: clearly Mu Qing. At the sound of hooves, he turned and nodded to greet Feng Xin. "Why did you summon me here?" Feng Xin's voice was stern, but he dismounted and looked Mu Qing up and down. The young man's features were truly handsome, but looks could often be deceiving. -Stop the war -And how do you think I should do this?! -Create peace, on favorable terms... I don't want victims on either side. -What kind of "profitable"? -Part of our territories and... I... - it was clear that these words were difficult for him to get through, and that he was making a self-sacrifice for the sake of his people.

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