The First-Rank Female General

Mo Weixi was once Jing Chuhan, daughter of the great general of Langyue in a fantasy world, and a priestess in the imperial capital. Born frail and sickly, she could not be cured by any medicine, and died at eighteen. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the mysterious Third Miss of the Prince Ling's residence.

Discovering that this world had neither illusion arts nor mystical powers, Mo Weixi smiled faintly. "A healthy body and a whole new identity. Not bad at all!" She accepted with ease that she had transmigrated to a completely unfamiliar place.

But nothing was that simple!

The balance between the three great empires was on the verge of collapse. How could the children of princes and nobles stay out of it?

She traveled abroad on diplomatic missions, went to the battlefield, and devised strategies. It turned out that this young lady of Prince Ling's residence was also the empire's most secretive commander of the imperial guard.

As the truth slowly came to light, the grudges and grievances of more than a decade ago were exposed as well. How would those caught up in it escape?

A little scene~

The green mountains stretched into the distance, one range following another.

Not far from the bandit stronghold.

"What? The immaculate Prince Ying has been captured? That's a rare sight!" Mo Weixi rested her chin on her hand outside the cell, watching the white-robed man imprisoned inside with casual amusement.

Ying Yuechen looked at the woman enjoying his predicament, deep helplessness flickering in his beautiful phoenix eyes.

"How about I have them take you back to the stronghold and give you a good beating?" Mo Weixi asked tentatively, a smile in her eyes. She hated that pristine, untouchable air of his. Even as a prisoner, he remained so elegant that it was infuriating.

"You think they have what it takes?" He raised an eyebrow, confident and aloof.

"I could always give them a hand," Mo Weixi said mildly.

"..." His jade-white face stiffened for no apparent reason. She really did hold a grudge. Then he smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened, and walked out of the cell. Stepping close to Mo Weixi, he gave her a seductive, bewitching look. "If you were the one giving me a beating, I'd be more than happy to take it!"

Mo Weixi's face darkened. So much for the pure and untainted Young Master Ranyue.

As expected, you can't trust rumors.