[Reborn + substitute marriage + two strong leads + political intrigue + marriage before love + revenge]
Yun Cijing, a celebrated female general who defended the nation, was rewarded for her outstanding service with a cup of poisoned wine on the night of her triumphant return.
When she awakens, it is twenty years later, and she has become a discarded substitute bride with the same name, bullied by everyone in her family.
She marries the Marquis of Zhenbei, whose power is in decline and who despises her.
The people in the marquis’s residence laugh at her, calling her a fake, a pawn, a trinket to be cast aside at will.
She lowers her eyes and says nothing. Within the confines of the inner household, she silently gathers the shattered remnants of her warrior spirit and reclaims the soldier’s heart she had buried.
Then the border is threatened, and war once again engulfs the land.
In the court, not a single general dares to answer the call.
A slender figure steps out from the depths of the marquis’s residence. Dressed in plain clothes with her hair loose, she traces a finger across the cold map of the empire and stops at the most dangerous pass.
“I’ll go.”
As the hall erupts in commotion, only the usually unruly Marquis of Zhenbei gazes at the cold, world-defying light returning to her eyes and slowly clenches his fist.
She’s back.
Shen Qilan’s life changed when he saw Yun Cijing die with his own eyes.
The invading enemy was bearing down on them, and they had no choice.
With no one in the army willing to take responsibility as general, it was only a matter of time before the front lines fell.
Then Yun Cijing, a sixteen-year-old girl, stepped forward, took command of the army, pacified the realm in three years, and helped the despicable emperor unite the land.
Shen Qilan still remembers that day.
He watched the person he had admired for so long calmly drink that murky cup of wine and die full of resentment.
And so he hated the court, the Yun family, and everything else.
Until the Yun family married a woman named Yun Cijing into the marquis’s residence. At last, his heart began to… thaw.
