That day, clad in black and carrying a medicine chest, he led his disciples into the Blood Tassel Army camp.
That night, in her iron armor beneath the falling snow, she pinned him against her in the tent.
Parting her vermilion lips, she bit off a lock of his long hair.
"Beautiful one, did you come looking for this general?"
From a peerless female general who made her name in battle to a ruthless warlord of troubled times, her spear stained with blood.
All for the sake of love.
Tell me, in this mortal world, why must love run so deep?
For all my life, let me smile at the spring breeze and live with reckless abandon.
This book is very good, but I don't know why it has such a low rating. The author's writing style is good.
It's great. It's pretty. I don't know why no one noticed it.