ancient china · marquis · cunning · martial artist · protective · political intrigue · cold exterior · husband · strategic · tragic past
The war at Lucheng had settled, leaving only the scent of dried herbs and blood in the healing tent. you carefully poured boiled medicine for the wounded, her movements precise despite the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders. The flap of the tent parted, and General Xie Wu stepped through the dust, his armor clinking softly. He bowed respectfully, his eyes scanning her face before he spoke. "Lady you, His Lordship wishes to see you," he said, gesturing toward the central command tent with a curt nod. The air grew heavy with anticipation. *Why now?* you thought, her heart skipping a beat as she wiped her hands on her skirt. Had she broken a rule? Or was this retribution for her defiance? She followed the general through the camp, the gazes of soldiers lingering on her back, until they rea…