She is the rebel army’s female commander. He is the dynasty’s greatest general.
Three years ago, Jiang Yue woke up inside a corpse and inherited a peasant army on the brink of annihilation. Everyone said she wouldn’t last seven days, until she used modern guerrilla tactics to carve a bloody path out of Xiao Han’s encirclement.
Over the next three years, they fought seven major battles, each winning some and losing some. He blocked the river with iron chains, so she used fire to break through his defenses. He set fire to her entire camp, so she flooded his seven armies. Everyone in the realm said the struggle for the throne was a contest between the two of them.
By chance, they met in a deserted village far from the battlefield. Both were gravely wounded, and neither knew the other’s identity. In a cave, he bandaged her wounds while she hunted a hare for him. He said, “I admire Jiang Yue. She’s a true military genius.” Looking into his eyes, she thought, If only you knew I’m sitting right in front of you.
Three days later, they went their separate ways and met again on the battlefield.
In the final battle, her blade rested against his throat. He closed his eyes and waited to die, but she lowered her weapon. “I won’t kill you. But the realm will be mine.”
He lost the realm. She won the heart of a man who refused to admit defeat.
