Madam Nan Shu

In the thirty-second year of Tianxi, on the Darhan grasslands of the northern frontier, the bustling market of a hundred nations teemed with people. Her figure was light and graceful, with a touch of aloofness. Among the people of every tribe, she was the most dazzling sight. "Nan Shu." The handsome young general stopped in his tracks. Nan Shu swayed a flask of wine and looked at him too, the bells around her ankles chiming softly in the breeze. "Lord Lie Jun of Yingzhou?" "I am Lin Sihong." He gazed at Nan Shu, taking in the clouds glowing across the sky above the Kelulun River behind her. When golden wind meets jade dew, a single encounter is all it takes. From then on, through battles and campaigns, a hero's heart is gently ensnared.