A special forces goddess of war wakes up in the body of an unloved legitimate daughter! In the Murong household, there are her fifth uncle's hidden arrows, her cousin's deadly schemes, and the contempt of the entire family. She rubs her aching temples, her knuckles cracking as she clenches her fists. "I've fought my way through modern battlefields. This little household squabble?" The day she unsheathes her silver spear at the martial arts arena, she knocks the crowns off every noble family's young master, leaving the family matriarch slapping the table and laughing in delight. And then, just at the right moment, comes an imperial decree arranging her marriage. The Third Prince corners her in the bathing room, lifting the damp ends of her hair with his fingertips. "They say you're useless?" She catches his wrist with one hand, the tip of her spear grazing his throat. "Your Highness, why not test my fists?"
The mercenary leader is reborn as the Murong household's "good-for-nothing" Third Miss. On the first day, someone throws tea in her face. On the second, she's given a packet of poison. On the third, she rises to her feet amid shattered porcelain, her eyes glinting with the cold light of the battlefield. At the martial arts arena, her silver spear cuts through the air and knocks the jade pendant from Murong Chunshui. "Is this good-for-nothing worthy enough?" More thrilling still, on the night of her betrothal, the Third Prince corners her in the bathing room, water dripping down his jaw. "I want a wife who can stand at my side." She draws the soft sword from her waist, its blade winding around his jade belt. "Then let's fight our way through the blood together. You protect the realm, and I'll protect you."