If you were merely the daughter of a household maid, not a descendant of a noble clan; if you were merely the orphan of a soldier, not of a general’s bloodline; if you knew that the person behind it all ruled the world, yet had no proof that they had framed you, would you still be so full of youthful passion, still hope for the sun to rise in the east and the truth to come to light, even knowing that when the sun rises, the stars will surely fade?
Nine years ago, the Lan clan of Lanzhou, Jingzhou, in the state of Qing, had a gifted young master.
With Qing in turmoil, Lan An, a young man already renowned for his talent, abandoned literature for the army after witnessing the horrors of war.
A young general rose to fame in a flash!
But fate is hard to predict. The youth fell victim to a murder that was no murder at all...
Nine years later, Qing produced another young general.
Shen Yuqing was a female general. At sixteen, she was entrusted with command in a crisis and led the soldiers of Yinzhou City against the Northern Kingdom’s invading forces. In three years, she never lost a battle!
At the foot of the imperial palace in Qing’s capital lived a “flower who understood people,” whose strategies never failed.
As Zhao Chen’s adviser, Song Lanxue told him, “As long as Your Highness wants it, Lanxue can make it yours.”
One was a female general, the other a female strategist. One wielded the sword, the other the pen.
She said, “People’s hearts can never be fathomed. I don’t scheme around people’s hearts, but human nature.”
She said, “As long as it’s her, I’ll believe.”
She understood her, and she was her confidante, too.
Qing was in turmoil, and so was the throne of supreme power.
If you want it, then make it happen.
