From the start, she transmigrates as a princess, one who disguises herself as a man and infiltrates an enemy kingdom as a bodyguard.
Jiang Wangshu was an overworked wage slave in her previous life and a princess of the Jiang Kingdom in this one. The entire court urges her to take up embroidery, so she grabs a saber and cuts her way through them. The immortal sects say she has no immortal bones and is unfit to cultivate, but she is determined to use her mortal body to punch through the divide between mortals and immortals.
To avenge her country, she disguises herself as a bodyguard and infiltrates the enemy kingdom, working her way from the Dali Temple's prison to the position of prince consort. She can recite immortal poems that leave an entire hall in awe, and stop the signature technique of the world's greatest prodigy with one hand. Powerful ministers size her up, envoys scramble to recruit her, and even the enemy princess blushes as she presses a token of love into her hands.
In the north is Yan Beifeng; in the south, Huo Jinglei. She tramples every genius in the land underfoot. The martial path is sealed, the immortal path bears down upon her, and the people of all four kingdoms are treated as cultivation furnaces. Someone asks what gives her the right to defy heaven.
She stands with her saber raised: "Because mortal bones are harder than heaven."
"Urgent Fu" I admire your splendor, and my heart beats with longing. I recall how amazing it was when I first read it, as if I was enjoying the spring breeze. The exquisiteness of the words is like the splendor of a brocade. Every time I unroll my scroll, I am meditating on it. I often waste my time eating and forget about it. He suddenly stopped writing and stopped working, which made everyone feel hesitant. I am tired of reading the old chapters, but I am eagerly looking forward to the new chapters. The day is late and difficult, the night is long but not yet young. Looking at the king's door, he hesitates, and he is anxious and hurts. You are so talented and virtuous, how can you allow your inspiration to be hidden? In the past, my writing seemed to be full of energy, so why am I so hesitant now? Don't be disturbed by worldly affairs and put aside trivial matters for a while. Quickly hold on and continue to work, to comfort our people's heat Looks good [please update]