She was the legitimate daughter of a military family, childhood friends with the Crown Prince, and promised to him in marriage from birth.
Then, one year, her father fell in battle, and the Crown Prince and her elder brother vanished after plunging off a cliff. In a single night, her world came crashing down.
But she could not fall apart. Donning her brother’s armor, she went to war under the name of “Young General.”
Thirty thousand battered soldiers against an enemy army of one hundred and fifty thousand. Everyone said it was a suicide mission.
But she won. She stormed the enemy camp with three thousand cavalry and lured them in with five thousand exhausted troops, holding the nation’s borders.
She waited for three years.
Three years later, he returned, leading an invading army as a general of an enemy nation.
On the battlefield, he thrust his spear at her heart. She did not dodge. She only looked at him, tears in her eyes.
The moment the spear pierced her shoulder, his head throbbed with agony. Who was the person beneath the parasol tree who had said, “I’ll wait for you”?
And another man had waited for her for three years, too.
Qin Zheng, emperor of Qin, the “kindred spirit” she had met when he traveled incognito, the man who had told her, “One day, you’ll be able to be yourself again.”
Two men, two great loves. One was her childhood friend and betrothed; the other understood her to her very core.
Who should she choose?
In this life, she fought for her country and stood guard over her family.
This time, she wanted to live for herself.
