After Faking Her Death, the Top Actress Gets Amnesia - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The early summer night cast moonlight through the gaps into the military tent. The soft light echoed the flickering oil lamp on the bed. In the hazy glow, two slender shadows were tightly intertwined, swaying and dancing, as an intimate sound rippled, wave after wave…

“Sister,” Jiang Wendu knelt before Yi Lan, her hands propped on the General’s shoulders. Her seductive, affectionate eyes gazed directly into Yi Lan’s.

“Do you like A’ting?” she asked.

The other woman didn’t answer. The tenderness in her eyes contained everything.

“Does Sister really like A’ting?” Jiang Wendu smiled, the mole at the corner of her right eye looking particularly alluring. Her voice was low and soft: “Really, really like A’ting, even if A’ting did something to make Sister sad?”

“A’ting…”

Without waiting for Yi Lan to speak, she kissed her lips again, a deep, slightly unreasonable kiss. Yi Lan wrapped her arms around Jiang Wendu’s neck, eagerly meeting her, their lips and tongues entangling tighter with each repeated kiss.

Jiang Wendu was like a little wolf cub, moaning softly as she kissed, her soft tongue constantly seeking more.

Yi Lan always cooperated with her. For some reason, she felt that tonight’s A’ting was different, with an unspoken passion, as if she wanted to release all of their love and affection for the future in this one moment.

“Mmm…”

In her haze of passion, Yi Lan couldn’t take it anymore and patted her back. Jiang Wendu quickly released her. Yi Lan gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty. Jiang Wendu lowered her head again, giving her a comforting kiss on the forehead.

“A’ting likes Sister, too,” she looked at her, tracing her features with her fingertips, carefully examining her. “I really, really like you. A’ting wants to be with Sister forever—”

Saying this, she buried her head again, kissing her collarbone. As she kissed, her hands explored Yi Lan’s sensitive areas.

Yi Lan let her. Both of their breaths were ragged, and the soft, fragmented sounds were infinitely amplified in the dim military tent…

“Report! The enemy has broken through the western defenses and is moving on the camp!”

The infinitely intimate atmosphere was shattered by the urgent report from outside. Yi Lan jolted and sat up.

Green Ridge Peak had three steep slopes and one sheer cliff, making it easy to defend. After the “Anjiang Battle” at the start of the year ended in a draw, the seventy thousand Southern Border soldiers had been stationed here for a long time. The one hundred thousand Northern Blaze troops were a constant threat but never dared to launch a frontal assault. For the most heavily guarded western side to be breached now meant something was amiss.

She quickly got off the bed, picked up her undergarment from the floor, and put it on.

The ground already faintly vibrated from the marching cavalry. Yi Lan had no time to think. In three steps, she reached her armor rack, donned her armor, tied her hair up in one swift motion, grabbed her spear, and headed out of the tent.

Jiang Wendu was left on the bed and called out “Sister” at the last moment.

Yi Lan gave her a fleeting glance, hesitated for half a second, and then stepped out of the tent.

Deputy General Xu, having heard the report, also rushed out of his tent in a panic. As the two discussed the situation, fifty thousand Northern Blaze cavalrymen charged toward the camp like a landslide. The armored soldiers and archers quickly formed a formation under the leadership of the two generals.

But the enemy’s attack was fierce. The air was filled with the sounds of clashing blades. Yi Lan and her deputy general were on the front lines, fighting the enemy. The scene was pure chaos.

“Yi Lan…”

Amid the turmoil, a familiar voice followed from the side. Yi Lan instinctively turned her head, only to see that staggering figure, as a sharp arrow closed in on them.

“Look out!” A sudden panic seized Yi Lan’s heart. She thrust her spear to intercept the arrow and immediately rushed forward, grabbing the slender body tightly and shouting, “What are you doing here? Get back to the tent! Don’t cause trouble!”

Jiang Wendu saw all of Yi Lan’s worry, urgency, fear, and utter concern in her eyes. But she had no choice. In the next second, she took out a small dagger hidden in her sleeve and pressed it to Yi Lan’s side: “Don’t move!”

Yi Lan froze. “You…”

Jiang Wendu’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Yi Lan ignored the dagger. Her fingers dug deep into Jiang Wendu’s shoulders as she shook her head, trembling: “Impossible… This is impossible…”

The betrayal came more unexpectedly than the war itself. Yi Lan couldn’t believe that the woman she had spent the last six months with, the woman who pampered and loved her every day, who had protected her like the sun, was actually a spy.

—Does Sister really like A’ting? Really, really like A’ting, even if A’ting did something to make Sister sad?

The memory from the bed just moments ago instantly flooded her mind.

So this was it— So that’s how it was!

The usually cold and ruthless Great General’s eyes suddenly reddened. “Why?”

“Jiang Wendu!” she shouted her name, repeating it through gritted teeth. “Why?! Tell this General, why are you doing this?!”

Jiang Wendu didn’t answer. Instead, she just smiled, her eyes filled with endless mockery.

The brutal sounds of battle continued. At this moment, Yi Lan felt like a complete fool. From beginning to end, she had loved this person so wholeheartedly and without reservation. And now, all that sincerity was being trampled on and crushed beneath their feet.

Her dignity and the lives of her soldiers were being cast aside because of her easy trust and carelessness. An endless well of regret and self-blame surged within her.

In the next second, she spun around, kicked up her long spear from the ground, grabbed the shaft, and aimed the spearhead directly at Jiang Wendu’s neck: “Jiang Wendu, I shouldn’t have trusted you!”

The dagger in Jiang Wendu’s hand clattered to the ground. She was frozen in place by the spear.

Their eyes met. Yi Lan’s fingertips trembled, and tears welled in her eyes, yet she couldn’t bring herself to strike down the betrayer.

“Ah!” she cried out in despair, her howl blending with the brutal sounds of war. Behind her, the archers all raised their arrows.

Seeing the storm of arrows closing in, in that moment of crisis, Jiang Wendu suddenly lunged forward, turned, and used her entire body to shield Yi Lan.

In the next second, thousands of arrows rained down. The long arrows that had been aimed at Yi Lan now all plunged into Jiang Wendu’s back. She was shot into a pincushion, and a torrent of blood spewed from her mouth, splattering onto Yi Lan’s face. It slowly flowed down the sides of her temples, warm and viscous.

Yi Lan’s body and mind felt like they had been paused. She was frozen there, unable to react for a long time.

Jiang Wendu’s smile began to soften. The crimson blood flowed out like a fountain, wave after wave. The sticky blood stained her lips. She looked at Yi Lan, and at last, her beautiful eyes welled with a few glistening tears.

The arrows from behind continued to strike her body. Just as her body was about to collapse, Yi Lan instinctively stepped forward and pulled the person into her arms.

The arrows were blocked by the armored soldiers’ shields. Jiang Wendu’s chest convulsed violently from the severe nerve damage, and blood gushed out even more fiercely.

“Jiang Wendu!” General Yi, who had experienced hundreds of battles, was now at a complete loss.

“Sis… Sister…” Jiang Wendu called out the name she had spoken countless times. She tried to raise her arm to touch Yi Lan’s cheek, but her wrist had lost all strength.

Yi Lan brought that hand to her lips, kissing it and scolding: “Jiang Wendu, you are not allowed to die!”

The slender fingertips could no longer feel the warmth of the other woman’s lips. With great gushes of blood, Jiang Wendu struggled to breathe, using all the strength she had left to speak to her: “Break… break out. Stay alive. Don’t… don’t trust… anyone!”

After the last word, her wrist slipped from Yi Lan’s grasp and hung lifelessly in the air. There was no strength left in her body.

“No!” A heartbreaking roar erupted from the General’s throat. In that moment, Yi Lan went insane. She shook Jiang Wendu’s body relentlessly: “No! This General forbids it! This General forbids it!”

At the same time, a voice flashed in Jiang Wendu’s cooling soul: [Congratulations, host. You have completed the blackened mission. In 30 seconds, the system will open the cashback channel for you…]

Her body no longer felt any pain. The memories of the last six months she had spent with Yi Lan replayed in her mind like a slideshow.

That’s right. She was never from this world. Six months ago, she had an accident while filming, fell into a coma, and transmigrated into a tragic ancient script about a General. She was also forced to bind with a “blackening system.”

Her main mission was to approach the female protagonist as a spy from an enemy country, make the protagonist fall in love with her, and then betray her, prompting the protagonist to become blackened and kill her herself. If she completed this tragic ending, she could return to her real world.

When she first received the mission and learned of her fated death, Jiang Wendu was reluctant. But after the system’s repeated coaxing, she finally agreed, thinking, I just have to sacrifice myself and follow the plot. It’s just a fictional story, so there’s no need to take it too seriously. As long as I can return to reality, it’s worth it.

Later, through a series of coincidences and continuous probing, she didn’t know how, but she truly fell in love with Yi Lan. She loved her so deeply, so passionately, and was so reluctant to leave her. There were countless times she wanted to give up the idea of returning to reality, but the system told her she couldn’t.

She had to follow every instruction of the blackening plot so the protagonist could escape with her hatred. Otherwise, the story would collapse, and both she and the protagonist would be annihilated.

She loved Yi Lan, and she was reluctant to part with her, but she wanted her to survive this war even more. No matter what, as long as she could live!

But she followed every step of the system’s instructions, and in the very end, Yi Lan still couldn’t bring herself to take the head of the betrayer. Even when put in an impossible situation, even when her heart was filled with hatred and confusion, even when her life hung by a thread, she couldn’t bear to kill her.

That was an instinct that came from loving someone so deeply. It wasn’t until the moment thousands of arrows pierced her chest that Jiang Wendu finally understood.

But it was too late. She had chosen the most painful way to hurt her. The General had a backbone of steel; she never feared death. On the contrary, everything Jiang Wendu had left her with—hatred, betrayal, self-blame, and guilt toward her soldiers—was something she could never bear.

She had loved her for so long, yet she never once truly considered things from Yi Lan’s perspective, simply forcing her own ideas onto her under the guise of “doing what’s best for her.”

If the script could be reversed, I’d rather be the one who was deceived. If there is a next life, I will use all my ability to love, compensate, and protect her. It’s just…

I’m sorry, Yi Lan!

Jiang Wendu used her remaining consciousness to leave a final farewell. The single tear in her eye traced the mole at the corner of her right eye and slowly fell.

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