She was a blade from a modern family of martial artists. After giving her life for her country, she was reborn as Shen Weilan, a frail three-year-old orphan in the Northern Marquis’s household. Taken from the capital at three, she spent fifteen years biding her time. When she returned, she was a sharp sword hidden in a sleeve.
To the world, she was a delicate young lady of the marquis’s house, too frail to withstand a gust of wind. In secret, she was a peerless strategist who held the world’s fate in her hands. Princes fought over the succession? An enemy nation invaded? Corruption festered in court? With the slightest touch of her fingertips, she moved her pieces, wielding her family’s influence and the power of the martial world to reform farming, open trade routes, expose spies, and restore order.
A silent Sword God bowed to her alone. When the shadows behind a golden age finally emerged, she smiled and moved her piece: It was time for the world to live by a different set of rules.
