Three years ago, in the cold moon at the border, Jiang Li tied up three thousand black hair with a gun as a hairpin. The most arrogant little wolf cub in Zhenbei General's Mansion, no one knew she was a daughter when she wielded a long sword to defeat the enemy's formation. That night when her father was in danger, he handed the commander's seal into her hands, and she became the last wolf cub in Zhenbei General's Mansion, until the gilded carriage crushed the wind and snow, and the third prince Xiao Yan, carrying five hundred black armors, crushed her world.
"What crime should the Jiang family face if they support their own troops?"
The young prince Wang lowered his eyes and stroked her blood-stained sword edge, the black cloak billowing like night. Jiang Li pressed his sword and sneered: "If it's a crime, does His Highness kill our scout with an arrow at the top of Yongzhou City today? Does that count as original sin?"
On a bloody full-moon night, she intercepted the grain and fodder he was escorting, but in the tent she saw the ferocious arrow scar when he took off his tunic - it was the one she made with her own hands three years ago. The moment the ice blade touched his throat, he suddenly chuckled: "Little General Jiang, are you willing to make a deal with me?"
The intrigues of the court and the blood and fire at the border are intertwined. They are the sharpest double-edged sword and the most deadly weakness. When the truth tore through all the disguises, Jiang Li was shocked to realize that the man who said he wanted to destroy her whole family had already tied the life charm around her waist on a snowy night.
