Dajing thirty-seven years, winter.
The snow falling at the base of the Imperial City was heavier than in previous years, covering up the bluestones on Zhuque Street and the bloody smell deep in the Tianlao.
When Ling Suiyu was dragged into the torture chamber, the iron chain on Pipa's bones was still bleeding. She was once the youngest general in charge of the country in Dajing, and she was extremely skilled in marksmanship. However, she was imprisoned three months ago on the charge of "collaboration with the enemy and treason."
The executioner held a red-hot iron and smiled like a vulture: "General Ling, let's do it. If you admit that you sent military information to Beidi, His Majesty may be able to keep your body intact."
Ling Suiyu raised her head, and on her blood-stained face, those phoenix eyes that had once frightened the enemy troops were still astonishingly bright: "You want me to recognize a thief as my father and seek skin from a tiger? Why don't you ask if the 'Zhenbei' flag on the city wall will accept it."
The iron "sizzled" as it burned on her shoulder blades, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. She did not cry out in pain, but just stared at the shadow behind the executioner - there stood a man in black clothes, playing with a wolf tooth token on his fingertips. It was the culprit who framed her, the newly appointed Minister of War, Zhao Xian.
"Bones are so hard." Zhao Xian walked out and kicked her in the face with the toe of his boot, "What a pity, your 'Snow Breaking Army' has been transferred to guard Gucheng by me. In less than three days, they will become Beidi's target."
Ling Suiyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto Zhao Xian's official uniform.
At this moment, the door of the torture chamber was knocked open.
The wind and snow brought in the cold air, and a woman in black stood against the light, holding a bloody head in her hand
