I have been fighting for eight years, and every time I am in danger, it is Su Waner who is saved. That Su Waner who is weak, can cry, and needs protection.
My name is Shen Zhaoning, the only female general in Dayong. At the age of fourteen, he joined the army on behalf of his father and fought for eight years without ever losing.
He said: "Zhao Ning, I'm sorry, Wan'er doesn't know martial arts." He said: "Zhao Ning, please understand." He said: "Zhao Ning, you are a general, you can handle anything."
Can I handle anything? When I chopped down twelve bandits by myself, my arms were bleeding. When I was blocking thousands of troops by myself, I had an arrow stuck in my back.
Then I got tired. No more serving.
Southern Xinjiang is in danger, and there is a narrow escape from death. I wanted to see him one last time before leaving for the expedition, and he was by Su Wan'er's side.
Later, I fell off a cliff, lost my memory, married King Jing'an, and gave birth to a fat boy.
Later, at the celebration banquet, Xie Jin knelt in front of me and said with red eyes: "Zhao Ning, would you please come back?"
I held my son in my arms without even looking at him.
"My lord, do I know you?"
I heard that he never married and stood as a monument at the place where I fell off the cliff.
But my son can call me daddy.
——Belated affection is worse than grass. I died once, please kneel down slowly.
