(Not much is written about love)
A girl, two lives, seventy-five years of war life
She was once the last empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and she watched helplessly as the country collapsed and the people were devastated.
The moment she died with hatred, she made a vow in her heart: If there is an afterlife, she will never be a pawn in the palace.
She woke up.
Waking up in the delivery room in Nanjing in 1930, she became the daughter of a military family.
In this life, her name is Lin Zhaohua.
At the age of seven, she said: "I want to be a general."
His father is a major general in the national army, and his mother is a surgeon who returned from studying abroad. While other girls were still learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she had already picked up a rifle that was longer than her arm.
"Zhaohua, a gun is not a toy!" Her father slapped her trigger-pulling hand away.
She raised her head, and her six-year-old eyes reflected the gold star on her father's shoulder strap: "I want to be a general."
Father was stunned.
He didn't know that in this daughter's body lived a soul that once ruled the world.
