Grandfather Emperor, I Only Want to Fight, Not Become Empress

She was the most doted-on royal granddaughter in Great Qi. Her imperial grandfather cherished her, her master protected her, and she loved horseback riding and battle. The court officials all gave her a wide berth.

At eighteen, she led three thousand elite troops over the snowy mountains and attacked the Wala from behind, making a name for herself in a single battle. At the victory banquet, her imperial grandfather made a promise in front of everyone: "I will make you Crown Princess. From now on, you can fight wherever and however you please."

That was the moment she was proudest of. It was also the moment she died.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed. The imperial physicians crowded around her. One pressed down on her shoulders, another forced medicine into her mouth, and someone else clamped a hand around her throat. She struggled, turning her head, and saw a shadow outside the tent. The brass dragon head on its shoulder armor was reflected on the tent wall, motionless.

She accepted it. She thought her imperial grandfather wanted her dead.

When the ruler wants a subject dead, the subject has no choice but to die.

Reborn, she finally understood.

In her previous life, she had trodden on eggshells in the capital, doing countless dirty jobs for the emperor just to keep the Eastern Palace stable. But in the end, the emperor still wanted to give the throne to someone else, and she still died at the hands of that damned imperial physician.

This time, she was done. She would go to the frontier and become a prince of the borderlands, far from the emperor's reach, and fight wherever and however she pleased.

She began playing dumb and acting spoiled and arrogant. She deliberately startled the imperial entourage while riding, deliberately spouted nonsense in court, and deliberately made her imperial grandfather so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged. She thought she had pulled it off perfectly. Everyone believed she was merely a pampered royal granddaughter with more audacity than brains.

But as she kept fighting, one day she opened her eyes to find herself draped in a bright yellow imperial robe, while the people below knelt and cried out:

"We beg Your Majesty to ascend the throne and establish an enduring legacy for Great Qi!"