My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

"It's up to heaven, the emperor's edict says——"

"Zong Yan's eldest son Li is loyal, brave, benevolent, resourceful, and loyal. He is truly a pillar of the country. I now appoint him as the Great General of the Nation, the first-rank Marquis of Lin'an, and he will be in charge of the three armies. I decree this—"

In the towering palace, she stood in front of the hall in a crimson purple brocade robe, with her hair tied up in a jade crown. She raised her eyes slightly and looked up, her eyes were desolate and calm. What was being delivered to her step by step was the glory that many people dreamed of, to be granted a title of nobility and appointed as a general!

Zong Yan clan, Zong Yanli.

She was the only one left.

Zong Yanli raised his hand to take the bright yellow imperial edict. The scroll in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment.

Her mother said to her, "Ali, the Zongyan family cannot be without a male heir. Remember, from now on you are the eldest son of the Zongyan family."

She cut her long hair and changed into men's clothes, which she wore for forty-five years.

"Our Ali is really brave, it's true that a good father will have a good son!"

"Brother, you are the brother I admire the most. No one dares to bully me when you are around!"

"Ali, your father will give you this military token, and Zong Yanshi will also give you this token."

"Three generations of generals, four generations of generals are dead!"

"Zong Yan family deserves the respect of the world!"

"Ali! Live!"

"Let Zong Yanshi live!"

"..."

There seemed to be a fishy smell in her mouth. She stood in front of the hall, tightly clenched the imperial edict in her hand, lifted her robe, knelt down and kowtowed to thank the emperor for his grace.

Zong Yanshi eventually became famous throughout the world, and he was awarded a title of nobility and a general for his meritorious service, with no regrets.

Is there really no regret?

She looked past everyone and saw many sighing and envious gazes, heard voices of praise and compliments, and also saw the deep fear and admiration in those people's eyes.

Yes.

During the thirty years of fighting, she had killed countless enemies and had even beheaded kings, not to mention the generals.

The number of bones shed under the iron hoofs is too numerous to count.

Who would not be afraid in the face of killing?

Being in a high position, everyone admires you.

Zong Yanli glanced at everyone indifferently and stepped out of the hall. Only then did he hear a sigh of relief behind him. Those civil officials lowered their heads in fear and whispered about Zong Yanli, the first general of Daqian and the Marquis of Lin'an.

She spread out the bright yellow imperial edict on the table, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. She looked at the tablets on the wall through the rising smoke for a long time without saying a word.

"Father, I did it."

She smiled very lightly, and her gaze slid down to the tablet in the corner. Compared with the other tablets, the words on this tablet were a little blurry, as if it had been frequently stroked and rubbed by someone.

The tablet reads "the seat of my beloved daughter, Zong Yanyin".

Her sister...

When she was young, she had a admirer. The girl entrusted her heart to someone and did not hesitate to reveal the secret that she was actually a woman.

"Ali, I love you." Duan Yuanqing's confession made her happy.

In the Battle of Nankang, my beloved was trapped in the enemy camp and captured...

"Brother, I am willing to marry into Nankang." It was A'mei who tried to marry into Nankang under the pretext of marriage and designed to rescue Duan Yuanqing. She repeatedly instructed that as long as Duan Yuanqing was rescued, she would ask Duan Yuanqing to replace her with a bride substitute and bring her A'mei back.

But her sister never came back.

On the day when Nankang was destroyed, her younger sister was hung naked on the city wall. She went crazy and rode her horse to catch her sister who was falling off the city wall.

She said: "Brother...are you finally here to save me?"

That drop of blood and tear mixed with the blood that flowed from her lips, and gave her a relieved smile.

Later, she personally chopped off Duan Yuanqing's head in front of A'mei's grave. Her former lover became the hatred in her heart, and her A'mei was also the biggest regret in her life.

She massacred the royal family of Nankang and established herself in the army as the God of Death.

A-mei's death left her mother heartbroken and ill in bed, her father was bound by military orders and could not return home, and she...

Perhaps she felt guilty, or perhaps she believed in her early years that her mother favored her younger sister and had been estranged from her for many years, so she hesitated and did not go home. She did not expect that this hesitation would result in the separation of life and death between her and her mother, which was another regret.

There was a coup in the court, and my father was under great pressure, and he was unwilling to take sides.

It was because she was ignorant and stupid that she ignored her father's objections and made friends with King Xuan, treating him as her confidant, causing her father to be targeted by the Prince's party and even withholding food and grass in the Battle of Lingping.

My father was trapped for three whole months with enemies on all sides and no food support.

Her 'confidant' King Xuan ignored her pleas and did nothing, using all sorts of excuses to shirk responsibility.

The father she admired died in Lingping in such a humiliating way.

It was then that she finally understood.

Having soldiers is useless, but power is also needed.

"Father." Zong Yanli stood in front of the ancestral hall, raised his head slightly and looked at the tablets, and said with a smile: "The crown prince has been deposed, and King Xuan is dead. Now no one in the world dares to bully the Zong Yan family anymore."

"Dad, did you see it?"

She choked in her throat, and a sweet and fishy taste seemed to rise up.

Zong Yanli sat on the ground leaning against the table, with smoke rising from the incense burner behind her. The ethereal smoke seemed to wrap around her whole body and was imprinted in her eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the noise in her ears and the calls one after another.

Ali——!