As the cold wind blew through the city's broken fire, Song Jintang put down her gun and knelt in front of her enemy.
She wanted to live, to see her enemy destroyed step by step, and to send him to hell with her own hands.
Zhao Ling thought he had won. He taught her tactics, brought her into the game, and turned her into his sharpest knife.
Little did he know that this knife had a backstabbing edge from the very beginning.
After five years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the hot blood. When the begonia flowers bloomed all over the palace wall, she pulled out the knife and pointed the tip at his throat.
This time, she is no longer a pawn at the mercy of others, she is a general who comes back to claim his life.
