Reborn: The Fierce Female General Conquers the Sickly Seventh Prince

Bai Li went to war at seventeen, spending years fighting for her country. But after the border was pacified and she returned in triumph, she became the center of a struggle for power. In her previous life, she kept herself out of the struggle, only to receive an imperial decree condemning her entire household to death. As Bai Li, utterly disillusioned, drank the poison, the Seventh Prince, Si Mujin, who had never so much as crossed paths with her, appeared before her covered in blood. He fought his way out of the heavily guarded capital with her, though she was already near death, and kept murmuring,

“Little Fish, don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid.”

Bai Li vaguely felt the nickname was familiar, but her head grew heavier and heavier, and she couldn’t remember a thing. Her last memory was of Si Mujin carrying her to the edge of a cliff, holding her and weeping as he confessed the love he had buried deep in his heart. She felt his warm tears dampen the loose strands of hair by her ear. She wanted to comfort him but couldn’t. Gradually, even his sobs faded away.

In this life, Bai Li returned to the day of her triumphant homecoming. The emperor welcomed her in person, and the officials bowed before her. She noticed Si Mujin sneaking glances at her among the princes, and smiled faintly.

“Seventh Prince, it’s been years. You’ve grown even more handsome.”

Si Mujin stiffened, his gaze fixed on Bai Li. Though travel-worn, she could not hide her bold, heroic bearing. She was nothing like other delicate women. Bai Li was more like a drawn blade.

Si Mujin lowered his eyes and forced himself to stay calm.

“General Bai, you flatter me.”

Bai Li looked straight at him, the curve of her lips lifting a little higher as she thought: Si Mujin, so you’re going to keep pretending, huh?