Who Says This General Relies on Foresight?

As countless arrows pierced her, Meng Hanshuang swore to the heavens: If I am reborn, I will never again be a blade. I will be the one who wields it.

When she opens her eyes, she is back at sixteen. Her father's murder remains unavenged, her comrades are still alive, and her archenemy is still out there.

She returns with ten years of battlefield memories, every step landing on a turning point in her fate.

She saves loyal officials, recruits brilliant generals, and breaks through seemingly hopeless dead ends.

The world is stunned: How can this young general predict everything so accurately?

But as she rewrites one tragedy after another from her past life, the “foresight” she relies on to win begins to disappear, little by little.

A butterfly flaps its wings, and the balance of cause and effect is thrown into chaos.

At last, she realizes that the greatest price of being reborn is not divine punishment, but the day she will no longer know the answers.

So what?

In her previous life, even without foresight, she carved her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to become a great general.

In this life, losing her memories will simply give her another chance to prove that she, Meng Hanshuang, has never made it this far by relying on the secrets of fate. She has done it all on her own.