He was a dashing young man, a young general who fought on the battlefield. Born a slave's son and raised amid silks and finery, he was proud and unruly, placing the safety of his country and the chance to distinguish himself above all else. That was, until he met her, A Wu, the youngest daughter of the Yao family. They grew up together. At thirteen, he went off to war and promised to drive out the Xiongnu and marry her. But when he returned to the city with his final victory dispatch, he heard that she had vanished into the desert.
Three years later, clad in armor and astride his horse, he caught the peony she tossed down. A smile of joy at finding what he had lost spread across his face. "Are you a daughter of the Yao family?" She gave him a cool glance, pulled the flower back, then leaped onto her horse. Looking back at him, she said, "You've mistaken me for someone else, Huo."
Standing amid the crowd, he asked her with a bright smile, "May a Huo ask for a Yao daughter's hand in marriage?"
She tugged the reins, the corners of her lips lifting. Her voice held a note of sorrow. "I am a daughter of the Xiongnu, Huo Qubing. You have sworn to drive out the Xiongnu. Are you sure you still want to marry me?"
He would drive out the Xiongnu, and he would have Yao A Wu, too.
His long, well-defined fingers stroked the golden spear. His long lashes veiled the emotions in his eyes. The next moment, he tossed the spear aside and walked toward her, stopping right in front of her. His powerful hand pressed against the back of her head, leaving her no chance to resist. Their long kiss took ages to end. The soldiers around them were left gaping. Their general had kissed a daughter of the Xiongnu?!
Theme: Reborn
