[Break the jade to offer the rivers and mountains; wield the pieces to set the nine heavens ablaze]
On the night blood spread across the seventy-six coffins of the Su family, Su Mingyue pried a broken arrow from her father's throat and dug out a bloodstained military jade token.
From then on, every hopeless predicament was shaped by Bai Qi's killing formations and Sun Bin's deceptive stratagems. But the borrowed, godlike wisdom was devouring her most precious memories.
“How about I use these hands that move the pieces to roast the entire dynasty over a fire?” She slapped a bloodstained military report down on Xiao Jingheng's desk.
The cold-faced general willingly became a demon. As three thousand black-armored cavalry trampled the Northern Di royal camp, she saw the Xiao clan's marshal's banner reflected in the jade token, bearing the secret crest of the Su family that should have been burned twenty years ago.
Hidden arrows in the court and ancient tomb warriors awoke at the same time. In this game of love and hatred, every deadly move tore at the last of her memories. Who had sealed a century-old killing formation inside the jade token?
Why did the young general who carried her down from a mountain of corpses that night wear the same wolf-headed saber as the man before her?
