Emperor’s Conquest

In the struggle for imperial power, she was born into an aristocratic clan, a treasured daughter of noble blood whose brilliance rivaled any man. He rose from humble origins in the military ranks, tempered by war and iron blood, driven by boundless ambition. A bargain struck for power severed the bond between her and the childhood sweetheart with whom she had grown up. A meeting that came too late became the beginning of a life-and-death vow, as he and she stood side by side to claim the world. Amid the struggle for the throne and upheaval within the palace, he led his armies across the imperial capital, determined to fulfill his dream of imperial supremacy. Entangled in old grudges and the survival of her family, she returned to the inner palace, setting the winds and clouds of the realm into turmoil once more. When they met again, they had become strangers. The peach blossoms had long since fallen. To join hands through life and death was nothing more than a lonely dream in an age of prosperity. In the Emperor’s Conquest, she and he stood shoulder to shoulder at the pinnacle of power. To advance meant enduring blades like wind and frost; to retreat meant falling into an abyss beyond measure. Once, they had been childhood companions, only to be forced into turning against one another. Once, master and servant had shared unwavering loyalty, but now they fought to the death. Their clan was invaded, their loved ones abandoned them. After weathering countless storms, when everything finally came to an end, who remained by their side until the last, and who walked away forever? The iron-blooded hero set his sights upon the world. Wherever his blade pointed, cold light gleamed upon steel armor, fierce and unyielding even in desperate lands. The woman of unmatched grace yielded to no man. She carved her way through thorns and hardship, stained herself crimson with blood, and bore herself with the majesty of the phoenix over all beneath Heaven. Old love fades like a dream and must one day part. When the smoke of war finally clears, the realm stands secure, the great enterprise nears completion, and ten thousand bones lie withered beneath it. Right and wrong are judged by the ages, but gain and loss are known only to the two hearts that lived them. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Emperor’s Conquest — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠