The Female General

Yancheng fell to the enemy. My father fled along a back road with his concubine and my half-sister, forcing my mother and me to take the main road as bait. On the road, we came across reinforcements, whose military supervisor was none other than the Ninth Lord. Because of my beauty, I was presented to the Ninth Lord and won his favor. From then on, I became the woman all the officials' wives and daughters fawned over. By the time I finally found my younger sister, she had become a slave prostitute in the army's red tent. I rescued her, cared for her, and treated her kindly, but she poisoned and killed me. With my dying breath, I heard her say, “Sister, we're both daughters of the same family. Why do you get to live high above me while I suffer a fate worse than death?” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the city fell. My sister was crying and insisting that we take the main road. At that, I curled my lips into a smile. So she had been reborn too. This time, having someone volunteer to be the bait was simply wonderful.