When thousands of arrows pierced his heart, Meng Hanshuang swore to the sky: If there is an afterlife, I will never be a blade, only a sword wielder.
Open your eyes again and feel sixteen again. The father's revenge has not been avenged, Paoze has not died, and the old enemy is still there.
She returned with ten years of battlefield memories, and every step she took was at the turning point of fate.
Save loyal ministers, recruit good generals, and break the deadlock.
Everyone was shocked: How could this young general predict events like a god?
But as she rewrites the tragedies of her previous life again and again, those "prophets" she relies on to win are disappearing bit by bit.
The butterfly flutters its wings, cause and effect are confused.
She finally realized that the biggest price of rebirth was not divine punishment, but that one day she would no longer know the answer.
So what?
There was no prophet in her previous life, yet she still managed to become a famous general from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Without memory in this life, it is nothing more than asking her to prove it once again——
She, Meng Hanshuang, has never relied on luck to get to where she is today, but on herself.
