On the Northern Wei battlefield, a bronze mirror reflected a bloodied face framed by long hair. Blood bubbled in his throat as he gave a soft laugh. “If only I’d known you were a woman… I should have taught you how to survive, not how to die.”
She wept uncontrollably. “General, look closely. I am a woman, and I am also the Judge of the Underworld.”
She struck off an enemy’s head, but a mechanical voice rang out from the mirror:
“Temporal Bronze Mirror activated.”
As the female police officer from the Flying Tigers pulled the trigger, she thought, “Bullet or arrow: which will pierce a heart first?”
Those eyes, tempered by the fires of modern warfare, finally saw what she had missed in the past:
Her father’s conscription order was still fresh with ink… Moonlight gleamed in the blood-filled vat at the fake dye works. The general caught her hand as she tried to fashion an Adam’s apple. “Miss, you’ve held a blade for ten years. Your breathing is just a little unsteady.”
The muscle memory of a modern sniper trembled faintly as she gripped the ancient blade…
The coded message pointed to corruption in the military payroll. He was an inspector secretly dispatched by the emperor to investigate the embezzlement, and this battle was destined to end with him struck down by a hidden arrow.
“This time, I’m going to save more than just one person.”
