Ten years ago, Ye Jinghong, the legitimate daughter of the General’s Manor, was framed for colluding with the enemy by her stepmother and thrown into prison overnight. The black iron token her mother left behind was her last protection.
Ten years later, flames of war engulfed the northern frontier. An iron cavalry unit called Jinghong swept through enemy lines, unstoppable. Its commander, clad in silver armor and mounted on a white horse, could take on a thousand alone, striking terror into enemy nations. It was Ye Jinghong, the very woman her family had cast aside like trash.
On the day she returned to the capital by imperial order, the General’s Manor was decked out for a wedding, celebrating the marriage of her enemy’s son.
The whole court wondered: Had the Great Xia’s foremost female war god returned to settle old scores in blood, or to overturn the imperial court?
Ye Jinghong said just four words: “It’s time to pay.”
