Dream of the Red Chamber: The Lin Family's Two Beauties, Doted on by the God of War

Huo Wushang had spent half his life on the battlefield and wielded power across the court. He never imagined that, on his deathbed, an old friend would entrust a three-year-old little dumpling to his care.

He thought she’d be a delicate flower, but she turned out to be a little tyrant who could chase army dogs with a wooden sword and try to chop them down.

“Your Highness! Miss Lin beat the Northern Di prince until he cried!”

“Your Highness! Miss Lin smashed the Jia family’s front gate!”

“Your Highness! Miss Lin led an army to surround the enemy capital!”

Huo Wushang rubbed his aching forehead, but when his subordinates asked to be punished, he shot them a cold look. “The girl I raised can smash a gate if she wants. Go, send another ten thousand soldiers and let her smash to her heart’s content!”

Everyone thought the two Lin sisters were helpless orphans anyone could bully.

But they didn’t know that Lin Daiyu had become a disciple of the Imperial Tutor. By ten, she had swept the civil service examinations, and in court she cited the classics until the powerful ministers plotting against the Lin family were spitting blood on the spot.

Lin Jiayu mounted her horse with spear in hand, conquered the northern frontier, and became the only female marquis-prince of the Great Yong Dynasty with no royal blood.

Later, at a palace banquet, the old emperor wanted to arrange a marriage for the female god of war.

The usually cold Regent King pulled the young woman into his arms and murmured against her ear, “You little ingrate. I’ve raised you for fifteen years. Who else do you think you can marry?”