"Ninth Princess, the beacon towers have fallen one after another. The Imperial Court is serious this time; they're starting with our Rebel Army."
"Your Highness, how are Grand General Hu Wei and the Heaven-Pacifying Saint?"
The two generals wrapped their cloaks tightly around themselves to avoid being tainted by the disastrous snow and hastily spoke.
They were originally commanders of the Imperial Court, living off the state's salaries, but ever since Emperor Longwu appointed a mysterious State Preceptor twenty years ago, everything changed.
Now, feudal lords have partitioned territories, the world is in chaos, disasters happen yearly, and the people live in misery, resembling the scene of a dynasty's end.
"Everything is well."
Ji Xuexin sheathed her sword. Her silver hair, like snow, fluttered in the all-encompassing frenzy of snowflakes, shining brightly. Two furry wolf ears emerged from her hair.
