The Princess Is the Real Heiress

Everyone laughed that after Jiang Yingchu used memories from her past life to save the crown prince, who was destined to die young, she wasn't even repaid for saving his life. Her expression remained cool and indifferent.

The fake "repayment": taking her as a concubine.

The real repayment: recognizing her talent.

On the day the family was sentenced to confiscation, the black-armored general smashed the bronze ring on the vermilion gate.

Qin Yunfei wrapped his cloak around her slender figure. "Your Highness, why come in person to such a filthy place?"

"You wouldn't understand, General." Jiang Yingchu tore up the Song family genealogy bearing her name and let the ashes drift over her embroidered skirts. "I love watching maggots struggle in boiling water."

"Princess, aren't you afraid the historians will condemn you for holding grudges and taking revenge?"

"Little General Qin, tell me: what does it mean to say, 'If a father is unkind, his son will be unfilial; if an elder brother is not brotherly, his younger brother will not respect him; if a husband is unjust, his wife will not obey'?"

Qin Yu knew he couldn't win an argument with her. He flourished the sword in his hand and held it before Jiang Yingchu. Its red tassel brushed her waist sash, and the two intertwined. Suddenly, he asked, "Princess, do you think this sword is sharp?"

Seeing the wariness in her eyes, the young general stepped half a pace closer, not hiding the seriousness in his gaze that made her heart skip a beat. "For ten years, through the bitter cold and heat, I have never slackened. I await only your command."

Qin Yu didn't know when his obsession had taken root. Since he couldn't persuade her to turn back, he would become the blade in her hand.

Even if he sank into the Yellow Springs, he would accompany her.

Theme: Love is the only thing in this world that cannot be concealed.