The whole capital was waiting to see Zhennan General Xiao Huaining's joke.
A pole of red gold quelled the rebellion in the Southwest. The 17-year-old legitimate daughter of the Xiao family, who was made a general with great military exploits, was granted a marriage by an imperial decree from the emperor to the idle seventh prince Zhao Heng, who was weak, lingering, and had no real power.
The civil servants of the previous dynasty mocked her for losing the dignity of a woman in charge of the army, and the noble ladies of the clan mocked her for marrying a useless person who would not live long for her bravery. The princes who claimed the title of the legitimate daughter only regarded this marriage as breaking her wings, and she was no longer a threat.
But no one knew that Zhao Heng's illness was an act, and his idleness was an act. Having been dormant for many years, he has been working step by step. What he lacks is never the power and calculation, but a sharp blade that can cut through the turbidity of the court and protect the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. And Xiao Huaining is the obsession he has hidden for more than ten years, and he is the only person in this life who dares to fully trust his back.
After marriage, in front of her, she was a snow-clad general guarding the country, and he was a frail and sick prince; behind her back, when she commanded her troops to quell the rebellion, he cleared away the constraints in the court for her; when he made arrangements to seize the direct heir, she guarded the territory of Dajing for him.
Those who ridiculed her were severely slapped in the face by her military exploits; those who framed him were crushed and ashes by the two of them working together. The sky of Dajing can be held up by men, but it can also be determined by a shot of a female general in red robes and silver armor.
