Great Ming: The Dashing Prince, Who Took a Female General as His Bride from the Start

“Even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart!”

Shen Zhaoxue, the Great Ming’s most celebrated female general, lies bound hand and foot on the wedding bed, her face full of humiliation and resolve.

Zhu Zhen opens his eyes and finds himself the most notorious good-for-nothing prince on the Great Ming frontier, in the middle of abducting a woman. A horn sounds outside the door, shrill and urgent: “Your Highness! The Tatars are at the pass! The city gates have fallen!”

Shen Zhaoxue shuts her eyes in despair, convinced that the good-for-nothing will bring down the Great Ming realm.

But Zhu Zhen catches the scent of the aphrodisiac incense in the room and sneers. “You really think my few personal guards could have dragged you out of the military camp? Tonight, we’re nothing but a pledge of loyalty the crown prince has offered the Tatars!”

Shen Zhaoxue is struck as if by lightning.

“Shut up, woman.” Zhu Zhen tears off his red wedding robe and grabs a long saber. “Once I’ve chopped off those Tatar dogs’ heads and rooted out the traitors in the city, I’ll come back and teach you what a husband’s authority means!”

In his previous life, he was an elite special-operations combat engineer. Now he has arrived with tactical and civil engineering knowledge far beyond this era.

Half an hour later, the female general rushes to the city wall and sees only the good-for-nothing prince standing atop the enemy general’s corpse, like a demon god descended upon the world.

From then on, he builds star forts, creates repeating crossbows, and massacres the steppe tribes. The crown prince schemes? The court cuts off his supplies?

Zhu Zhen sneers. “Then I’ll conquer the entire steppe and become emperor myself!”