On His Wedding Day, I Died on the City Wall

My name is Ye Zhao, and I am the only female general in the Great Xia dynasty. I was nineteen when I died. I died on the coldest winter day in the northern frontier, atop a lonely city I had defended for three days. Beneath the walls lay mountains of Northern Rong corpses, along with the loyal souls of the three thousand Black-Armored troops under my command. Only I remained atop the walls, riddled with arrows, like a broken scarecrow. In the distance, from the direction of the capital, I could faintly hear celebratory music and bells. I knew that my emperor, the man I had loved all my life, Xiao Jue, was marrying the beloved daughter of his chancellor, Meng Wanqing. Amid the swirling snow, I seemed to see the newlyweds...