Ji Yao was exiled to the border after her father was branded a traitor. With no other choice, she called upon Ji Wensheng's connections, made while he was alive, and joined the army.
From then on, Ji Yao took the name Ji Wenyao and raced across the boundless desert like a wild horse, free and fearless.
Everyone thought that after earning great merit on the battlefield, she would continue living carefree as their "Little Strategist Ji." But instead, she turned around and headed straight for the capital.
"Little Strategist Ji, go all out! Don't be afraid of getting into trouble. You've got all of us men behind you!"
She was mired in a swamp, yet she had never imagined that so many people would want to protect her and keep her from the world's filth.
"The battlefield is a chessboard, the soldiers are the pieces, and the generals and strategists are the players. Only the court holds the real power to control the board."
From commanding troops on the battlefield to navigating the capital's lust for power, from journeys to the Western Regions to exposing internal threats, she had never let honors and favor cloud her eyes.
"Little Strategist Ji, a plot on the battlefield is called a tactic. A plot at court is a real conspiracy."
At last, she understood those words.
It was a pity that she wasn't a genius who could plan three moves ahead. Even planning one move every three steps left her exhausted.
Ji Wenyao always felt she was fighting alone, struggling against Heaven and battling the earth.
She didn't know that many people stood behind her, sheltering her with their wings.
"The phrase 'great ambition, little talent' doesn't suit you. You shouldn't be trapped in a dead end, either."
She was meant to be a wild horse, racing freely across the grasslands and desert. She was never meant to be restrained.
Theme: Good and evil will be repaid in the end
