Ancient-to-modern | Strong female lead | Reborn | School comeback | Ensemble cast | Legacy | Passionate | Slow burn | Happy ending
In her previous life, she was the Northern Protector General of the Great Liang. She fought on the battlefield for her fiancé, Xiao Yan, eliminated the crown prince, and helped him ascend the throne. When she returned victorious, the decree awaiting her was not a wedding dress, but an order to execute her entire family. Her eldest brother, Qu Chaolin, died with his blue robes stained red. Her second brother, Qu Chaoci, was pierced by countless arrows. Holding a spear in the ruins of the General's residence, she watched the man in bright yellow court robes turn and walk away without even looking back as a drop of blood spattered his hem.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the most inconspicuous punching bag in Class Seven, Grade Twelve, at Linchuan Number One High School.
The original owner, a seventeen-year-old girl named Qu Chaoyan, had poor grades and a timid nature. She had been bullied for four years straight. After being cornered and shoved in an alley, she hit the back of her head on a step and never woke up. And she, the Great Liang general who had clawed her way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, opened her eyes in this unfamiliar body.
“Since I've taken over your body, I'll settle some of your scores for you.”
From the corner where she was bullied to the podium at the English speech contest, from beneath the neon lights of northern Linchuan to the warmth of a stove in a little house in Phnom Penh. She gathers the scattered “fragments of Great Liang” from around the world: a blacksmith who spent his whole life making farm tools but could forge only one battle blade, a carpenter who had spent twenty years making mortise-and-tenon joints without knowing who they were waiting for, and a boy who played a fishbone whistle without knowing the name of its tune. Their ancestors all came from the same country, now long gone, and guarded a saying passed down through generations: “Wait for someone who can recognize it.”
