The sun set in the west, casting thousands of rays of twilight that dyed the military camp between the mountains red. The magnificent red color filtered through the side curtains of the main tent, adding a touch of grandeur and a few shimmering streaks to the simple tent.
"The twilight shines brilliantly..."
Xiulote sat cross-legged in the main tent, set down the brush he was holding, and gazed at the extraordinary scene in the sky. A smile appeared on his face as he recited half a verse, but he couldn't find a satisfactory continuation.
"Hmm... How should it continue..."
"Your Highness, are you tired? Let Yingnu give you a massage to relax..."
