Seventeen-year-old Li Jingxin trampled the royal flag of Ashina tribe under her feet when the last snow melted in Mobei.
The celebration banquet was held outside the newly recaptured Eagle Sorrow Valley. There are no exquisite utensils, only large coarse pottery bowls; no silk and bamboo elegant music, only the crackling of campfires and the hoarse singing of the soldiers.
Bloodstained and unwashed armors were piled aside. Li Jingxin, wearing only a single coat and a high ponytail, her face illuminated by the firelight, was wrestling with a group of equally young soldiers - she won seven in a row, and the cheers around her almost overturned the tent.
"It's the general's birthday tomorrow, so I'd like to congratulate him!" Deputy General Luo Zheng, the rude man with scars on his face, thrust the overflowing wine bowl into her hand.
Li Jingxin laughed and drank the wine.
The wine was spicy, flowing down his chin and down his neck, mixed with the unwiped blood.
At this moment, a rider broke through the noise and rushed straight into the bonfire.
The visitor rolled his saddle and dismounted from his horse, dusty and dusty. He was not a messenger, but a second-class chamberlain in the palace. The jubilation in the whole place suddenly stopped, leaving only the faint sound of sparks flying.
"The imperial edict has arrived—Princess Zhaohong Li Jingxin received the edict—"
The smile on Li Jingxin's face slowly solidified. She put down the wine bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth, and knelt down on one knee.
Behind him, the dark soldiers knelt down.
Concept: He is a powerful young general in Mobei and the only daughter of the emperor, Princess Zhaohong. How does Li Jingxin navigate between Chang'an and Mobei?