Thirteenth Sister Transmigrates, and the Mad, Irreverent Prince Chases Her for Eight Hundred Miles with a Blade

A dashing, rough-around-the-edges female general vs. a mad, possessive, devoted prince

One true love each + secret crush + loyal devotion + pampering his wife + sweet romance

At the victory banquet, Xiao Ling, a female general of Northern Qi, is poisoned by the crown prince, who has long coveted her. She is saved by Prince Qin, Huangfu Xuan, who happens to pass by. From then on, a delusion she had kept hidden for over a decade breaks free of its cage: she must have him.

The Thirteenth Sister, the boss of Balan Street, is fighting over territory when she is ambushed. Everything goes black, and she faints. When she opens her eyes again, she has transmigrated into the body of a female general in Northern Qi who shares her name.

She is Xiao Ling, a female general who has fought on Northern Qi’s battlefields. She is devoted to serving the court and has never given a thought to romance. One encounter changes her fate.

To escape an arranged marriage, she has no choice but to enter into a marriage of convenience with him, unaware that the whole thing has been his long-laid plan.

They marry first and fall in love later. The free-spirited general, once dressed in fine clothes and riding a fine horse, becomes a “refined and proper” master of palace and household intrigue. Then disaster strikes, her family is destroyed, and the two are driven completely apart.

The female general awakens and returns to the blood-soaked battlefield, vowing to defend her country’s vast lands with her battered body.

After she leaves, he seems like a different person. Madness, cunning, and domineering behavior are just parts of the persona he shows others.

His obsession with her has lasted half his life: possessiveness, coercive love, and the relentless pursuit of his wife.

At night, he tears open his bloodstained disguise with his own hands, all to protect her in secret.

On the battlefield, she is covered in enemy blood, lying in his arms. She touches his cheek and gives a bitter smile. “In this life, I’ve given my body to my country. How about giving my heart to you?”

The mad prince’s lips twitch. “I want your heart, and your body too.”

The heroine speaks and acts in a rough, roguish manner. If that bothers you, this story isn’t for you.