My name is Lin Zhao, the General Who Guards the North. A collateral member of the imperial family, I command three hundred thousand iron cavalry, and on the very first day after I transmigrated, I was already at the pinnacle of my life. Then I rescued a village, and the villagers cursed me for arriving too late and demanded that I pay with my life. The emperor's favorite consort got a scrape, and an imperial decree ordered me to massacre a city. Disobey, and I would be executed on the spot. Good grief, are people in this world all this gutsy? I turned around and sacrificed the eunuch who delivered the decree as an offering to my battle flags. When I fought my way to the gates of the imperial capital, the chancellor's legitimate daughter blocked my path. "You're a mere collateral relative, born to a concubine, and you dare rebel against the legitimate emperor? Setting the facts aside, do you really have no fault of your own?" I patted my blade. "Come on, let me see how a legitimate heir's neck holds up."
