Si Jin

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general.
Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit.
Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart…
As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon.
When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family.
In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go?
"I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life."
In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.

The Slender Waist

Daman and Xiaoman had not slept either. They were sitting on stools, braced against the door, listening to the deafening noise until night fell.


"The lady said last time that when people are tired, they need to rest. The Qi Army can't keep attacking without stopping for a rest. Why haven't they stopped yet?"


Xiaoman's voice was low, tinged with confusion.


Daman shook her head, "I don't know either, perhaps His Majesty is determined to make a final stand."


She still referred to him as His Majesty. Xiaoman's lips twisted slightly, but she said nothing.


Just then, there was a knock on the door.


"It's the Left Guard." Xiaoman stood up excitedly and rushed to open the door.


Ye Chuang's face was tense, his expression unusually somber.


Chapter 163: The Battle of Bingzhou_3