The day Shuofang City fell, my thirty-thousand-strong army was wiped out. An arrow pierced my right eye, and his sword ran through my chest.
I thought I was done for.
But the enemy general in white armor, riding a white horse, dragged me back from the gates of hell.
He treated my wounds, changed my clothes, gave me the finest guest quarters, and told me, “One day, you’ll come around.”
Come around to what? To becoming a traitor?
My name is Shen Ji, the Great Liang general guarding the north. I would rather die than surrender.
What I didn’t know was that the man named Zhao Heng wanted more than my sword. He wanted my heart, too.
And what I hate most is that he seems close to getting it.
