This Queen Is so Good at Fighting: If She Fails to Kill Her, She Will Be Beaten Instead

The wind and snow in the north forged the iron bones and unruly character of Song Ya, the pearl of Wu Kingdom. A gilded phoenix edict from Daye is not a favor, but a poisonous blade carefully tempered by the new emperor Shen Jing: using the queen's position as a bait to lure her to the capital alone to plot the hundreds of thousands of Hanfeng cavalry belonging to the Wu Kingdom that hang at the throat of the empire. Song Ya's slender but calloused fingers touched the cold lines on the edict, and what burned in her eyes was the eternal wildfire of the grassland, not the shyness of being married. "Queen?" The corners of her lips curved up in an almost cruel arc, and she chuckled. The sound was like gold and jade clashing, but it tempered the ice of the north. "Very good. The phoenix seat next to the dragon chair is just the warm nest for raising my son, Wu Guo." The decisive thought of leaving her father and leaving her son has quietly taken root in her heart. The man on the dragon chair is just the most expensive vessel she has chosen for her strong bloodline. Traveling thousands of miles to Beijing, murderous intentions follow him everywhere. It was extremely ironic - the man who was about to marry Fengguan Xiale couldn't wait to kill her on the way! The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the fire in the posthouse suddenly went out! Several black shadows rushed out like ghosts, and the sword light was sharp, heading straight for that slim figure! Little does he know that the "prey" he wants to kill is not the delicate canary, but the Shura from the North who once rode alone in front of the Ten Thousand Army Formation to take the head of an admiral! At the beginning of the hunt, however, who is the hunter and who is the prey? This game of chess seemed to have deviated from his preset track from the first step. The wind and snow in the north were roaring into the heart of Daye with an unstoppable force.