The cold-faced general's cross-dressing couple: are they a beautiful, powerful, tragic heroine, or that white lotus?
An older, mute heir and a younger, rakish young master grew up together and set off to war as companions.
One late night, drinking to ward off the cold, the young master waited until they were alone, then got drunk and started babbling...
"Don't go... Don't go... Sister."
Then one day, a nomadic tribe from a distant frontier arrived with a token and demanded someone be handed over. "Your heir is the husband of our eldest princess!"
When barbarian tribes from beyond the frontier invaded, the heir went on an expedition and was gravely wounded. The little princess, skilled in medicine, stayed by her future brother-in-law's bedside to treat him, but suddenly ran off as if she had gone mad...
"There's hope... There's hope... I'm saved!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
