No romance. Focuses on the heroine's growth, clear-eyed resolve, rise to power, and revenge. The missing little princess of the Great Yong Dynasty, Feng Suining, has returned after seven years.
When she was six, the Imperial Preceptor branded her an ill omen, declaring that disaster followed in her wake. Her birth father said nothing, the Empress turned away in tears, and her five elder brothers personally sent her to a snow cave on the northern frontier.
They told her, “Be good, Ningning. Once the unlucky fate has been cleansed, your brothers will bring you home.”
But they never came.
A pack of wolves dragged her away from the cave, and she was later rescued by the northern frontier's Wu people. Over seven years, she grew up among the frozen plains, surrounded by the corpses of demonic beasts. She learned witchcraft, commanded wolf kings, and became the leader of the northern frontier's thirty-six tribes.
At thirteen, she returned to the imperial palace, dragging a bone blade taller than herself.
But the cold poison from the snow cave had left her body forever frozen in the form of a six-year-old.
She thought her father and mother would embrace her, and her brothers would regret what they'd done.
Instead, in the Golden Hall, another girl wore her princess's robes and her longevity lock, surrounded by everyone.
The fake princess, Feng Sui'an, sobbed, “Mother, is she here to steal my place?”
The eldest brother drew his sword. “Demoness! Impersonating our younger sister is a crime punishable by death!”
The second brother sneered. “Sui'an has been with us for seven years. What are you?”
The third brother clearly saw the phoenix-feather birthmark behind her ear, yet still said, “Even if you are the real one, you should never have come back.”
The fourth brother looked at her with disgust. “The palace has no need for another princess.”
The fifth brother personally burned the wolf-fang necklace she had given him.
Feng Suining looked at the ashes. She didn't cry; she simply clapped her hands.
In the next instant, outside the nine gates of the imperial city, the wolf cavalry of the northern frontier's thirty-six tribes came riding through the snow.
The Witch King knelt before the palace gates. “We beg the young lord to return to the northern frontier and take the throne!”
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The little baby is so cute, I love it to death