
About This Novel
On the day when the great general Xiao Polu returned to the capital, Shen Bingxin, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, was persecuted by the prime minister's son. Just as the skirt was about to fall, a black cloak swept in like a night owl-- "My general's gun, today I want to taste Zaifu's blood." Shen Bingxin held on to the broken skirt of her clothes and raised her head, only to see the blood drops dripping from the tip of the sword, reflecting the man's scornful eyebrows.
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