The Loyal Husband I Picked Up Is the Guardian General

On a night of blizzard, Tian Xiaoman digs half a sprouting potato out of a pile of frozen corpses. The birthmark on her left hand suddenly burns hot, awakening her “Blessed Land”: three square meters of black soil and a nearly dried-up well, at the cost of her blood. To keep her younger siblings alive, she slashes her wrist to water the fields. She even drags a man who is barely breathing out of the pile of dead and keeps him as “emergency rations,” never realizing he is Qin Lie, the Guardian General framed by treacherous ministers and left for dead after his three thousand soldiers were burned alive.

In a world in chaos, she feeds her blood to the hidden realm: cheap jade makes the dry well gush with water, while the bones of enemy soldiers build a wall that sends poisonous thorns growing wild.

A loyal, devoted god of war, he repays her for every meal with his life: when he has lost his memory, he bites a traitor’s throat apart for her; when his memories return, he becomes the backbone of her dream of a haven where no one bows to emperors or kneels to the powerful.

When the treacherous minister Zhou Wenyuan’s Heart-Burning Powder stains the general’s bloodline blue, and the realm devours the Imperial Jade Seal to unlock star marrow radiation, they discover an even filthier conspiracy behind their blood feud: the hypocrite who sacrificed his own wife is her biological father!

A wall of poisonous thorns stands against a cavalry of thousands, and a bond of shared life makes them suffer each other’s heart-piercing pain.

She melts the dragon throne and forges a code of law: “Traffickers will feed the poisonous thorns, while those who reclaim wasteland will be rewarded with starfields!”

He plants a boundary marker with his broken sword: “This land is forged from our bones and blood. For generations to come, we will bow to no emperor!”

Beneath the thorns lie ten thousand acres of fertile fields, watered by seas of blood and mountains of corpses. The Gate of No Bows will become a monument to pure land, where the refugees of the world kneel in gratitude.