Feng Shaluo: She Emerged from the Flames

She was once Xiao Fengyi, the Eldest Princess and a famed female general of the Dayao Dynasty. In ten years on the battlefield, she had never lost a fight, only to be stabbed through the heart from behind by the deputy general she trusted most. The flames swallowed everything. When she opened her eyes again, she had become Su Qing, a young woman trafficked to a telecom fraud compound in northern Myanmar. A metal truck container. Plastic zip ties. Armed guards. There were no flashing blades or battlefield glory here, only darker rules: obey and work; disobey and go to the water dungeon; good-looking girls were sent to the third floor. Her new body was so weak it could barely fight back, and she was knocked down by an electric baton the first time she resisted. But the bald man had no idea that the body housed a madwoman who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses. “This iron coffin won’t hold me.” She memorized every face. She needed three months. She would destroy this place.