In the spring of the seventh year of the early Yuan Dynasty, the five-year-old eldest daughter Feng Jinhan was implicated by the emperor and exiled to the frontier because of the court dispute.

This year is also the beginning of everything.

"Your Royal Highness, Northern Xinjiang is extremely dangerous, please be careful."

This time I went to the northern Xinjiang, and in the entire palace, only the emperor and the noble monarch came to say goodbye to them.

Feng Jinhan only bowed slightly, his face was calm like water, and he left the palace without looking back, heading to the northern frontier, which was full of corpses and full of wolf smoke and war.

Two years later, in the ninth year of the early Yuan Dynasty, the Xiongnu invaded the border fortress, burned, killed and plundered, and did all kinds of evil. For a time, the wolf smoke on the frontier of Fengzhao Kingdom was exhausted.

The seven-year-old eldest daughter, Feng Jinhan, accompanied the army on the battlefield.

She was still a teenager, standing in front of the mountains of corpses, covered in blood, and her eyes were as cold as ice, like a ghost crawling out of the darkness of the underworld, which was terrifying and terrifying.

In her memories of her youth, the northern frontier of Fengzhao Kingdom was always dark red, which was the color of sand and dust, dirt and blood.

When she first entered the battlefield, a Hun cavalry galloped towards her, and although she was scarred, she still held a long sword in her hand, and slashed at the Hun cavalry with all her might.

With the neighing of the war horse, the Hun cavalry suddenly fell from the horse, and the dust splashed up, which was directly fascinating. It was the first time she had killed someone with her own hands, and she was only eight years old that year.

That year, they were banished from the imperial capital of singing and dancing to Biansai, and the mother and queen sisters all swore that she would die there.

As a royal daughter far away from the court, she left a faint mark in the history books, and then turned into a cold and gloomy white bone by the Wuding River.

It's a pity that they are all wrong, and they are ridiculously wrong. Because they don't know how people who are cornered will try to survive in spite of everything.

It is precisely because of this experience that she became the first god of war in the history of Feng Zhao.

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