In the second year of Jianyuan of the Western Han Dynasty, a tracer from two thousand years later opened his eyes in the body of a newly deceased baby girl.
She has only one mission: to record.
From Longcheng to Mobei, from the school field to the court, she marked the marching route of every battle on the silk cloth, recording every name ignored by the history books - the civilian husbands who transported grain, the old soldiers who guarded the border, and the widows waiting for their husbands to return home. She worshiped Flying General Li Guang as her master, and the bone skull that had been with her master for decades was now worn on her right hand that drew the bow.
She thought that as long as she recorded it in sufficient detail, she could fill in the gaps in the archives.
But history is not something that can be avoided. Those people whose endings she had read in the history books met their fate one after another. Not destiny, not coincidence—it's power.
So she changed from a bystander to a participant. Enter the stock market bookstore and master the art of writing and ink in Chang'an. Organize the old ministry lists and Hexi battle reports, and put the evidence in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf. She walked into the Xuanshi Palace and played with the emperor in the only way he could understand.
Don't talk about feelings, talk about interests.
When she walked out of Xuanshi Hall, she carried two things in her sleeves: a copper seal to protect people. A dagger to hold grudges.
There are only a few lines in the history books: In the sixth year of Yuanshou, Lu killed him. But what was written on her green slips was another version - dense arrow holes on the shooting range, a woman chatting and laughing in a low voice by the stove, and several children on the school field who didn't know each other's identities and only wanted to compete with each other to see who could shoot more accurately.
Her pen is still writing.
Because the record itself is a kind of power.
Purpose: to explore a person's life between the lines of history books