Reborn after striking her head against a pillar, she opened her eyes to find herself the most disgraced legitimate daughter of a general's household in the Great Sheng Dynasty!
Fu Yu, an elite modern special forces combat medic, fell from a battlefield of blood and fire into bottomless darkness. When she awoke, she had become another Fu Yu, a “good-for-nothing” who had just been publicly jilted and struck her head against a pillar in humiliation! Her temple throbbed, her memories were muddled, and her icy boudoir reeked of cheap incense and despair. A scheming half-sister, a hypocritical scoundrel, a vicious stepmother? Ha! The word “humiliation” wasn't in Fu Yu's dictionary!
She divorced him in the middle of the street and threw his betrothal letter back at him!
Her father and brothers were gravely wounded and unconscious on the frontier, while her stepmother conspired with the scoundrel to kill her? She turned the tables and escaped with the help of Mo Qi, the mysterious physician known as Ghost Hand! The capital was rife with undercurrents. A bloodstained frontier army token was slipped into her hands in the dead of night: “If you want to save your father, leave the capital at once!”
Disguised as a man, she raced thousands of miles! Bandits? She killed them instead! A pack of wolves? She cut off their heads! Her father lay dying on the battlefield? Modern surgery and esoteric poisoncraft, bone scraping and poison removal, left the frontier troops stunned! The Jade-Faced Yama was just as decisive when saving lives as when taking them! Then she discovered that her father and brothers had been ambushed as part of a major court case involving treason!
The iron-willed and ruthless Prince Jing, Xiao Che, was the calamity fate had set for her! He suspected her as if she were a chess piece; she despised him for treating human lives like weeds. On the smoke-filled battlefield, she was the light that saved him from the brink of death, and the blade that pierced his icy mask. But when slander engulfed the capital and an imperial decree held her by the throat, his silence chilled her heart: “So a pawn is a pawn after all.”
When the dust settled, dazzling power was within her grasp. But as snow blanketed the palace eaves, she gazed into the desolate distance. He came through the snow, carrying not an imperial edict but a flask of warm wine. “...Are you still leaving?” The wind scattered his words, and the snow fell silently on her shoulders.
The author worked hard on this book, so why is no one commenting? It's very well written and quite engaging.