She was a top operative in a modern national security agency, codenamed “Nightingale.” After ten years living on the edge, she died in a blazing explosion.
She was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Chancellor’s residence, a “promiscuous woman” whose birth mother died early, whose stepmother poisoned her, and whose half-sister framed her. She was about to be drowned in a pond as punishment.
When an agent’s soul transmigrates into the body of a noblewoman, the moment Lin Qingwan opens her eyes, the fate of the Song Empire is set to change.
Poison? She bleeds it out herself and seals her meridians with silver needles. Framed? She exposes the conspiracy in public and turns the tables. Hunted? She breaks into the God of War’s manor at night, ready to trade her life for his.
The man in the wheelchair is Xiao Yu, the God of War of the dynasty. He commands 300,000 troops on the northern frontier, but a deadly poison has eaten away at him, trapping him in his own home. She saves him, treats him, and stands beside him as they face the shifting currents of the capital.
“Women are every bit as capable as men.”
From a neglected courtyard in the Chancellor’s residence to the heights of the court, from a merchant’s daughter to a master strategist of the empire. She builds an intelligence network, controls the lifeblood of the economy, helps the true dragon ascend the throne, and brings peace to the warring lands.
When Xiao Yu stands again and asks her, sword in hand, “Do you want this empire?”
She smiles. “I never wanted an empire.”
“I want a world where no one dares to bully me, humiliate me, or control my life again.”
