The Old Emperor Uncle of the War Consort

Since childhood, she bound her hair and concealed her feminine charms. In her youth, her name was known far and wide, and with a golden bow in hand, she defended and expanded the borders. But she was born at the wrong time, with a foolish ruler and incapable ministers. On one campaign, she was beheaded by her own people, dying with a grievance unavenged. When she opened her eyes again, she had become a highborn lady showered with favor, and already married! He could debate in court with words and point his sword at the frontier with deeds. He should have been the husband every woman envied, but his fierce fate made him unmarriageable, not to mention his unpredictable temper. His greatest joy in life was finding a worthy opponent and defeating him. Yet while he was taking a breather, someone delivered his enemy's head right to him! This prince was not pleased! One thought her life was over; the other thought he was destined to remain alone. Neither expected that, in the blink of an eye, reincarnation would send everything veering off its original course. [Scene One] “Hurry and change. I'm tired, and we have to set out again tomorrow morning.” “Are you sure you want to stay, Your Highness?” A certain consort asked, displeased. Although she had grown up toughing it out in the army and was used to mixing with men, and had shared a bed with them before, she still wasn't too keen on sleeping with an enemy general. She really didn't want to. “Don't you regret it?” The words slipped out, and the consort wanted to slap herself. “...” What was wrong with him today? A certain prince's temple throbbed. Before long, when the prince sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his underwear, his fragile heart had been trampled to smithereens by ten thousand stampeding mud horses. At last, he understood why she had asked those three words. If he hadn't desperately held on to his underwear, he would have been left wearing nothing but a pair of open-crotch pants... [Scene Two] “Ta Yun!” the prince called sternly. The horse named Ta Yun merely turned its head slightly to look at him, then didn't spare him another glance, too busy swishing its long tail to please the woman on its back. “...” Someone had put a spell on his Ta Yun! It was ignoring him! “...” Ling Han sneaked a glance at his prince. “Ta Yun!” “...” No response! Ling Han couldn't bear to watch any longer. He hurried to the horse and said respectfully, “Your Highness, Ta Yun is His Highness's mount. Your carriage is behind us.” “Oh...” I can't write a proper blurb: a devoted 1v1 romance, both leads pure in body and heart. The male lead is cool on the outside and tsundere on the inside. Tsundere, tsundere, tsundere! The important things must be said three times!