When Xiao Jin, the God of War of Northern Yan, lifted my bridal veil, the tip of his blade was pressed against my back.
The red candles illuminated the old scar along his brow. I had left it three years ago, when my twin blades split his black-iron spear.
He leaned close and laughed in my ear. “Zhaozhao, through these three years of stalemate, this is the night I’ve been waiting for. With two hundred thousand sacks of grain from the Chu camp, Northern Yan’s cavalry can trample Yanmen Pass.”
I lowered my eyes to the black-iron sword at his waist, stained with the blood of a hundred generals, and felt for my twin blades beneath the red veil.
The fish-scale pattern on their scabbards bit into my hand. Back then, he’d said the pattern looked like the stars over the grasslands of Northern Yan. Now it made the perfect grip.
“General Xiao, do you remember?” I suddenly seized his wrist. As the veil slipped away, my twin blades were already at his neck. “When I was sixteen, I raided an enemy camp at night. This was how I killed the first general of Northern Yan.”
A deafening battle cry erupted outside the tent. I had already replaced his “wedding procession” with Chu camp death warriors.
The way his pupils contracted was beautiful, just like the night three years ago when I pierced his left shoulder. His blood spattered across the snow, more vivid than the sunset over Northern Yan.
But he didn’t know that hidden beneath my wedding dress were not only my twin blades, but also... half a tiger tally.
The bloodshed and cruelty of the war are clearly visible, and the author's writing style is concise and neat, as if the male and female protagonists have hurricanes condensed like blades in their pupils, guarding the peace of their home and country, even at the risk of their lives. It's amazing 👍👍👍