Liang Yinyun, who lost her memory, transformed into Pei Chaoci, the Prime Minister of Zhibei. She stepped into the battlefield and put on battle armor. She transformed from a weak and obedient noblewoman into a majestic general. Far away from the center of the story, she met Centaur who had transformed into a peripheral character in the original book.
Whoever abandons me will not be able to stay as I was yesterday. She lives in this world not to be someone's child, the mother of someone's child, or a man's wife, but to be herself.
My father taught me to bow my head, teach me to be submissive, teach me to serve my husband, and teach me to assess the situation, but he never once taught me to hold my head high and be myself. In the whole Qing'an, there is only one lively and wanton place in the East Palace, which lit up my gloomy life.
The young man's eyes were clear and sincere, as hot as fire. The heat boiling in the world pulled me into the vortex.
After returning from the battlefield, a piece of paper breaking off the engagement was thrown in front of the East Palace. She didn't care about being the concubine of the East Palace. She wanted to reunite and have a dream!
Zhao Fenglan said unwillingly: "Pei Chaoci, are you not so stupid? Do you really believe that his name is Xuanban?"
Pei Chaoci said indifferently: "Who he is has nothing to do with you. No matter who he is, everyone is better than you."
The system's Xiao Xiaoliang had something to say: "Xiao Xiaoliang's friendly reminder is that the formation is beyond the comprehension of humans. Please think twice before acting, and don't use OOC to disrupt the development of the plot!"
Xiao Liang chuckled: "They can't see it, don't worry!"
The damn system was always messing up when it was supposed to show up, and it always came out to interrupt her train of thought when she shouldn't be talking.
Zhao Fenglan jumped off the city wall and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Pei Chaoci, I want you to never forget me for the rest of your life! Whether it's love or hate, no matter who you are, I'm happy with you!"
Pei Chaoci reached out to grab it, almost half of his body was thrown out, but he only grasped half of the corner of his clothes, and tears burst out instantly. She stood up holding on to the city wall, looked down coldly at the man lying in a pool of blood, and mechanically pulled up her hood to cover her face.
The frivolous young man in that old dream in Qing'an was an existence she could never forget throughout her life. But all this is from the standpoint of her being Pei Chaoci.
Intention: self-reliance and self-reliance