In her previous life, Sun Xueji was both respected and hated.
Some said she cared for the people, had a brilliant military record, and was a loyal and capable servant of the royal family.
Others said she was devious and treacherous, her moods impossible to predict, and that everything she did was just an attempt to seize the position of marshal.
Only Sun Xueji knew that they were all right.
The turning point behind it all was someone named Xian Qingqiu.
When the weapon she invented was taken and used by the royal family, becoming the cause of her dearest friend Xian Qingqiu's death, there was no going back. She clawed her way up by any means necessary, giving everything she had to carry on Xian Qingqiu's unfinished dream, and to atone.
In the end, the rebels were defeated, and Sun Xueji was trapped amid the insectoid army. In the moment before she blew herself up, she was still thinking: Qingqing, I'll never be able to repay what I owe you in this life. Let me be selfish this once and pay you back in the next.
After making a wish, Sun Xueji awoke from a world-shaking explosion to find herself on the military academy's training field, a sword pressed to her throat.
Before her stood the person she had longed for to the point of madness, looking as young as she had in Sun Xueji's now-blurred memories.
Xian Qingqiu plotted viciously: This woman will be my rival someday, and we were enemies to the death in our previous lives. I might as well "accidentally" kill her now and nip the danger in the bud.
Suddenly, Sun Xueji burst into tears and stared at her strangely.
Xian Qingqiu panicked: Damn, was Sun Xueji really this fragile when she was young? Now that she's crying, how am I supposed to bring myself to kill her?
Sun Xueji leaned in and hugged her, not caring that the edge of the sword had scraped her neck and made it bleed.
Terrified, Xian Qingqiu flung the sword ten meters away.
Stiff as a board, she let her mortal enemy hold her tightly, her helplessly clenched fist trying to decide whether to smash Sun Xueji's head in.
She heard Sun Xueji whisper in a soft, tearful voice by her ear, "Qingqing, I missed you so much."
A little extra:
Xian Qingqiu leaned close to Sun Xueji's ear and panted softly. "You stabbed me in the last life. You owe me compensation, right? I want to be on top."
Sun Xueji remained impassive and unmoved. "This life, you nearly slit my throat. I haven't even asked you to compensate me for that. Stop whining. Let your strength do the talking."
The result of letting their strength do the talking was that they nearly ended up bloodying each other's noses while fighting over who would be on top.
#If my faith crumbles, you are my only faith#
Core message: Pursue faith and freedom, justice and truth, and join hands to build a new world.
