Chapter One: Youth

“Men! Charge with me!”

Pei Qinghe shouted sharply, gripping her long sword tightly in her right hand. She kicked her horse’s flank with force. Her beloved steed, which had accompanied her through countless battles over the years, galloped swiftly, hooves pounding the earth.

The eagle banner embroidered with a red “Pei” fluttered fiercely in the wind.

Ahead of them, the imperial army’s routed soldiers fled in disarray.

Behind her, the formidable Pei family cavalry surged with unmatched bravery.

If she won this battle, she would no longer have to wander east or west. Her Pei army could truly establish itself and carve out its own territory. From then on, she could ensure peace and prosperity for everyone around her...

Suddenly, a venomous arrow, like a snake’s strike, slipped silently through the thunderous clatter of hooves and pierced her back.

First, she heard the fierce shouts of her guards, then the searing pain that tore through her soul.

Who had shot her in the back?

Who had betrayed her?

Filled with sorrow and rage, she summoned all her strength to turn her head, locking eyes with the twisted, triumphant face behind her. Then, she closed her eyes and fell heavily from her horse.

Darkness swallowed the world.

Even in death, there was no peace.

The wailing cries echoed relentlessly in her ears.

Not a moment’s quiet.

She frowned in irritation.

“Qinghe,” the sobbing voice called her name, fading in and out, “Qinghe, wake up.”

Her fingertips twitched.

A pair of soft hands tightly grasped hers, hot tears dripping onto the back of her hand.

She forced her eyes open.

Before her lay a pair of swollen, tear-streaked eyes, and a beautiful face, worn and filled with despair.

This was her mother, Madam Feng—well-versed in poetry and painting, renowned throughout the capital for her beauty in her youth. At fifteen, she had married General Pei Zhongde as his second wife. Many whispered behind their backs, “A clever woman married to a rough soldier, a flower planted in barren soil.”

In her childhood innocence, she had once pitied her mother. Such a delicate and lovely woman married to a man ten years her senior, coarse and blunt, rarely seeing him more than a few times a year, left to guard an empty chamber alone.

The current Crown Prince was the late Empress Zhang’s son. At twenty-four, he had been established as heir apparent—filial and kind-hearted, widely respected both in court and among the people, with many officials supporting him.

Her eldest uncle, Pei Boren, served as a seventh-rank equerry in the prince’s residence and enjoyed the prince’s trust. Her father, Pei Zhongde, was one of the twelve imperial guards generals, commanding three thousand elite cavalry.

The Pei brothers aligned themselves with the Crown Prince, pledging loyalty. This alliance would bring ruin upon the Pei family.

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