After spending ten years in Mobei, what she got back was the cold body of her father who "committed suicide to the enemy" and was covered with stigma.
Take off your shirt and put on your ladylike clothes again.
The jade-faced general who once made the enemy fearful is now regarded by everyone in the capital as a reckless man who has no regard for human life, and is the most uncultured noblewoman in the capital.
From then on, the capital was no longer the hometown she had longed for as a child, but instead became a place of cynicism, overt and covert attacks.
But there were no tears or fear in her eyes, only the cold light tempered by the battlefield.
Above the court, she used the art of war to lay out her plans, stepping on the enemy's chessboard at every step; deep inside the house, she used spider silk as a thread to pull out the conspiracy of the year bit by bit.
Those who think they can use power to bury the truth will soon discover that they are not facing an orphan girl who is inexperienced in the world, but an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
The light and shadow of the sword illuminated her determined profile, "If the dynasty is unfair, what's the point of overthrowing the imperial power?"
Intention: Justice is not in other people's mouths, but in my own hands.