Man Jiang Hong: Lingyuan

A loyal border general of a generation, he never met his end wrapped in horsehide on the battlefield, yet ultimately died at the hands of imperial scheming. Xun Yu survived a bloody massacre by sheer luck. She swore to seek justice for the thirty thousand innocent souls and her father, navigating the court and the imperial harem as she unraveled the truth. Little did she know that someone had been watching her all along. Unsure whether they were friend or foe, she decided to find a chance to test them. Xun Yu raised her bow. In an instant, an arrow whistled through the air, yet the person opposite her remained unfazed. “Sir, what do you think of my archery?” “Your Highness, the Princess is quite the warrior. Where did you learn?” “I learned from my father years ago. I may not be an expert, but I can certainly kill one or two people.” Xun Yu glanced up at the person opposite her, the warning in her words thinly veiling a threat. “Your Highness jests. This humble official has no idea what you mean.” Seeing that neither soft words nor hard would sway him, Xun Yu raised her bow and pulled the string taut, aiming the arrowhead straight at him. “You pay me a great deal of attention, sir. Anyone who didn’t know better might think you were smitten with me. But surely you’re not that shallow?” He squeezed his horse’s flanks, and it took a few steps forward. The distance between them closed until Xun Yu’s arrow pointed straight at his chest. “Why dismiss that first possibility, Your Highness? Perhaps I really am smitten with you.” …