Summary
My father raised me rough-and-tumble at the frontier for seventeen years. Yet in the capital, rumor had it that I had spent those seventeen years being delicately brought up in Jiangnan. Not only was I supposedly skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, I was also said to be beautiful enough to topple kingdoms. Later, thanks to that reputation, I got married. My father told me that no matter what, I had to keep up the act and never let the truth slip. Fortunately, my husband was as cold as ice. He had no interest in paying me any attention. In fact, he could barely stand the sight of me. Later, I heard it was because the woman he loved had died, so he was in a foul mood day in and day out. I didn’t mind. Until one day, when I accidentally stumbled into his secret chamber and discovered that the walls were densely covered with portraits of me. Portraits of me as General Zhaohua, wearing a mask. And the identity of General Zhaohua had been abandoned with a faked death the day I left the frontier…