The General is Seizing and Plundering Again

Fang Yilan transmigrated to become the Grand General who guards the nation. The good news is that her martial arts skills are finally "professionally matched." The bad news is that as soon as she transmigrated, a sword was in her hand, and below the stage were prisoners of war she had to execute personally.

How could she dare to kill? With the sword in her hand, she didn't know whether to strike or throw it away. She could only lightly tap the war prisoner's face with the flat of her blade: "Killing you like this is boring. How about you stay and warm my bed instead?" That night, the prisoner of war was sent to her bed.

After she clearly saw his stunning beauty, Fang Yilan expressed her satisfaction and acceptance. However, the gentle, willow-like beauty's gaze always gave her an inexplicable chill.

Zhao Huaixu was well aware of the blood feud and family grudge he carried. He deliberately approached Fang Yilan, feigning humility and subservience, all to gain control of her military power. He had envisioned a thousand ways for Fang Yilan to die after his plan succeeded.

But when he knelt and embraced her from a pile of corpses, he began to wonder what kind of death he could trade to make her open her eyes again. The boomerangs of his past schemes ultimately pierced deeply into his own heart.

"Since you have a blood feud to avenge, go." Zhao Huaixu firmly clasped her in his arms, as if to meld her into his very bones. Fang Yilan felt a stinging pain in her neck. His originally clear voice became deep and hoarse: "Please, don't abandon me."