The Princess's Sword: It Spares the Spring Breeze and Strikes Only Chaos

Princess Jiajing grew up amid glittering palaces, when a group of people suddenly told her that the dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

When demonic calamities tore through the border, when her father insisted on infighting, when the title of princess became a political bargaining chip, when her sister, who could reshape the world, would rather be a wandering swordswoman than save the dynasty, when three sages and the Protectorate Divine Church neared the end of a century-long game, and when the former dynasty's prince, destined by Heaven, attacked the imperial city...

All she could do was clutch a plum blossom branch in the Green-Fold Palace with her slender fingers and call out sweetly, "Sister, help!"

Only when the palace-dressed woman stood in midair did the entire cultivation world realize that the sharpest sword had never been out in the martial world, but deep within the palace.

"To be honest, I don't much like people like you. You sit high above everyone, and with a word here and a word there, you decide the fate of one person, a few people, or a whole crowd. You set up a stage just for the person you've chosen, while the rest of us are supposed to die in obscurity. But these days, who doesn't have a powerful backer? Someone's picking on me! Sister, hurry!"

A single heroine: the unrequited love of a scumbag, the politically scorned princess sent away in a marriage alliance. But even a disposable character has supporters.