The Archer

Qin Wuji, once the son of a chancellor, was renowned across the land. But fate was cruel to the young talent: his mother died when he was seven, his uncle at ten, and at sixteen, his family was destroyed and exiled three thousand miles due to his father’s crimes. The journey north was brutal—frail and sickly, the young master Qin nearly didn’t survive. When he finally clung to life and reached the frontier, he met someone who made him wish he’d just choked to death on the road. Enter Lü Chi, who happened to pass by, a dogtail grass between his teeth, eyes and lips curved in a smile—lovely, if not for his utterly shameless drawl: *”Qin, my little wife—done washing my clothes yet?”* The refined Qin Wuji refused to glance his way, swallowing his rage. *One day,* he swore, *I’ll shut that foul mouth of yours and end this humiliation.* Time flew on the frontier. Until one day, “Qin, my little wife” became *General Qin*. When he finally pinned the insolent Lü Chi to the bed and silenced that endless chatter himself, Qin Wuji let out a slow breath. At last, the world was right—order and propriety restored. *Beyond Yanmen’s towering peaks, every inch of mountain is built on bone.* Qin Wuji was lucky: an archer who defied all rules babbled endlessly by his side, making the harsh frontier days a little less bitter. --- **This is the story of:** *A frail, obsessive scholar evolving into a decisive, battle-hardened general.* *A cheat-like archer who starts off slaughtering everything—and ends the same way.* *(What even—?)*