Picking Up the Disabled Female General

Xiao Changling first saw the female general five years ago in the Capital; victorious in battle, her glory was boundless. The next time she saw the general, it was in an alleyway in a remote border region. Her skin and flesh were torn open, and her heroic, breathtaking features were obscured by bloodstains, drained of all vitality. With a broken leg, it seemed unlikely she would ever ride a horse into battle again. Crucially, she was afflicted with a potent aphrodisiac poison, her life hanging in the balance. Xiao Changling brought her home, treating it simply as finding herself a concubine. Ning Yan was like a worn-out longsword: its blade coated in rust, its body torn and mangled, struggling to even crawl across the ground. A female general should never have ended up so wretched, yet such was ever the plight of generals. Xiao Changling changed her dressings, bandaged her wounds, purchased clothes, and nurtured her with daily meals. She settled her into a warm, dry bed to soothe her, restoring the sword’s sharp edge through the gentlest means possible. It was only that every time she “neutralized the poison,” her kisses lasted longer than what was prescribed in the medical texts. With each passing day, Ning Yan’s body recovered, and her ambitions grew alongside it. She severed the heads of the rebels, presented them before her savior, and asked if she would like to reach for the supreme throne of the world. With devout reverence, Ning Yan knelt on one knee, nuzzling her cheek against the palm of Xiao Changling’s hand. She said, “I am willing to serve you as my Master; your desire shall be my mission. I beg you to grant me an opportunity to repay your kindness.” If it were possible, Ning Yan wanted to plead with the Princess to stroke her just a bit more. The corrupt nobility celebrated the continuous stream of good news from the frontlines, but in the blink of an eye, the gates of the Imperial City were forced open by cold iron cavalry. Ning Yan’s blade swept away every obstacle for her beloved. The Great Zhou dynasty welcomed its very first Empress. The stone tiles outside the Wumen Gate were stained red with blood. Trembling with fear beneath the edge of the blade, the nobles and officials knelt to chant endless praises of the Empress’s virtues. Yet, beyond anyone’s expectations, on her very first day on the throne, the ruthless Empress announced that she would be taking an Empress Consort. Meanwhile, in the red bed curtains, the formidable general who excelled in slaughter became meek and obedient. Coaxed into whispering all manner of absurd words, her eyes rippled with tender devotion, filled with the image of her beloved. “Your Majesty, I have given you everything you desired… Please, look at me a little more as well.” Yet, all I have ever wanted was only you. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Picking Up the Disabled Female General — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠