A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",The most bustling place at night was no other than the taverns and flower streets. Beautifully dressed courtesans from the red-light districts leaned against the railings, waving their handkerchiefs in the wind, inviting customers with their charm.,Even though he spent most of his time in the military camp and was known for being taciturn and solitary, it couldn't stop the naive infatuation and yearning in the hearts of people in the capital. Instead, because he was hard to see, his heroic aura became even more alluring, making people yearn for him even more.。