An Xia, the head of the five great families and the youngest god of war in the imperial domain, turned out to be a weakling once reborn. Her mother was driven crazy, her family property was seized, her fiancé came to her door to force her to divorce her, and in the end she was given away as a gift by her family? An Xia sneered: From today onwards, I will let you all know what hanging and beating are and what kneeling and mercy are! Trembling and begging to let go. Even the divorced fiance held rare treasures in his left hand and the company's share transfer contract in his right, just asking for reunion. An Xia smiled and gave him a roll. Treasures? Shares? Scary to death! Returning from the battlefield in blood, the cold and noble commander hugged An Xia's slender waist, and said calmly: Kiss me, ten rare mines. Twenty new fighters. Commander: Deal! I am willing to fight for you in armor, regardless of gain or loss, until death without regret. I am willing to fight bloody for you, regardless of life or death, until death. The story of sharing the same burden, life and death, is also a story of warm years and stunning each other's time.