[Fantasy Xianxia] [Empress] [Transmigration] [Xuanhuan] [No System] [Multiple Heroines]
Lu Weifeng wakes up in a prison cell, awaiting execution by beheading. An enemy army presses in outside the city, while the officials inside are weighed down with worry.
To save his own head, he frantically recites Sun Tzu's Art of War: “Warfare is the way of deception...”
Immortal light swirls through the great hall as the empress glances at Lu Weifeng with her phoenix eyes. “A splendid plan. Come up and explain it in detail.”
He scrambles to his feet and launches into his explanation, only to notice dark red blood seeping from the imperial throne. Beneath the empress's black-and-gold robes, there is a faint, earthy smell of plant ash...
His heart races. Your Majesty, perhaps you should change your cushion?
Has your period belt leaked your cultivation?
Help! The Art of War never taught me how to deal with this...
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