The empress died under torture. Her name was An Rushuang. When she woke, she found that she had transmigrated back to the age of twelve, but at night she turned into the young general’s white horse. He was a general who commanded the battlefield, while she was a little girl secluded in her chambers.
She did everything she could to change her fate, while he spared no effort in winning every battle. They saw each other every day, or rather, every night. Could it all be a dream? She begged to marry this ruler to secure peace for her family, only to discover that he was the very man she was destined to marry.
“Growing old under the same roof as you has always been my dearest wish,” they both thought.
