I’m Xuanniao, and I’ve transmigrated into the body of a little girl in the Shang Dynasty. I’ve even picked up a deadweight called “Zhao.”
I teach him to fight, and he hunts for me. I thought this would be a survival story set in primitive times.
Who knew that one day he’d return as none other than King Wu Ding of Shang, with an army in tow and plans to make me his queen?
Well, becoming queen and taking on the roles of female general and high priestess sounds pretty cool, too.
But the history books say Fu Hao is destined to die at thirty-three.**
After I “died in battle” right on schedule, I opened my eyes in the bridal chamber where he was about to marry his next queen...
He tenderly caressed my tombstone, yet was as cold as ice toward me, standing right beside him.
It wasn’t until an assassin attacked and I snapped his neck with my bare hands that he seized my hand, tears streaming down his face.
“That move, the Tendon-Splitting Bone-Breaking technique... Ahao, it’s you, isn’t it?”
