The General Has Good News

Chest bound, fan in hand, she is carefree and unconventional. She longs to live a life of freedom, but born a natural general, how can she escape office when the emperor is determined to keep her in his grasp? She never wanted to thrive in another world, yet at ten she made a name for herself by winning a battle against overwhelming odds. The Crown Prince loves her, and a captivating rogue has designs on her. When her identity is exposed, where will she go? Scene One: A cute little gentleman in white, barely over three years old, waves a folding fan bigger than his face. Everyone who sees him finds him adorable and funny. Yet he refuses to let the maid behind him carry him or hold his hand, insisting on walking ahead by himself. The maid has no choice but to follow right behind him, nervously keeping him within arm’s reach! He picks up an apple from a stall and is just about to ask the price when the vendor, who already knows him, says, “It’s been ages since you came out, young master! Take it and eat! Go on!” “Thank you, big brother! You’re getting more handsome by the day! Sister Qiuyue!” She knew she’d get something for free again. Qiuyue immediately takes out a damp cloth she prepared earlier and hands it to him to wipe the apple. She shakes her head helplessly. Young master, does our general’s manor lack money or something? Do you really have to act cute to scrounge free food and drink? The general’s manor isn’t short on money, and even if it were, you aren’t short of money yourself! Every time we go out, you call someone “big brother” and someone else “beautiful big sister,” sweet-talking them into giving you free things. Is that really necessary? Scene Two: When the birds are gone, the good bow is put away. When the cunning hare is dead, the hound is cooked. Everyone knows this. I originally wanted to avoid the emperor’s suspicion by staying off the battlefield for my whole life, but now circumstances have forced me to step forward. Damn it, did I transmigrate here just to have a miserable time? The black-hearted emperor is deliberately forcing me to show what I can do. He won’t spare Father unless I turn defeat into victory without a single extra soldier. What exactly has that old geezer figured out? I only made myself a powerful bow with a longer range for hunting. Is that all it took to blow my cover? Then what about starting at seven, when I openly flirted with my guard Jian Wuchen in the street; at eight, when I “sneaked a peek” at a pretty boy bathing and set tongues wagging about my supposed interest in men; and at nine, when I “slipped away” to a brothel and “competed for a man”? How come you never realized I’d been a lecher since childhood? Why are you hung up on the fact that I made a new kind of bow? How can I win against the emperor, when I can’t even win against heaven and earth?