She, Zhao Lingyuan, is a crazy Shura who crawled back from hell. The soul of a modern special operations commander passes through the eldest princess of Dajing. When she opens her eyes, she sees her younger brother in a deadly situation, surrounded by powerful ministers, the vassal king is watching, and Beidi is knocking on the door.
"Want to touch my brother? Step over my body first."
She stood on the palace wall with a sword in her hand, and in her eyes was the cruelty quenched from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She bloodbathed the provocateurs in front of the palace, served as regent with an iron fist, stirred up the storm with her female body, and frightened the government and the public with her reputation for crazy criticism.
He, Xiao Jingyuan, is the only iron-blooded war god in Dajing. The young man went to war, holding 200,000 troops. He was cold and taciturn, and not approachable to women. But when he first saw her, his eyes filled with obsessions that had been hidden for ten years.
"The king's military power can be deployed by the princess at will." He knelt down on one knee, his dark eyes burning, "I only ask the princess to trust me once. In this life, I will guard this country and you for your brother and sister."
At first, she regarded him as a sharp sword to protect her younger brother. She treated him coldly and refused love as her weakness.
Up to the court, he pointed his sword at the powerful officials for her: "Whoever insults her will die."
Until the city was destroyed, he held her seriously injured in his arms, shouting with red eyes: "If you die, I will slaughter the whole city to bury you with you."
Until countless late nights, he patted her back gently to calm her anger caused by nightmares: "In front of me, you don't need to be the God of War, just be my spiritual kite."
Only then did she realize that this iron-blooded war god had already taken off his armor for her and became her only loyal dog.
