I once saved a pregnant noblewoman. She smiled and told me that once the child was born, they would recognize me as their godmother.
But later, as I led my troops to station at the border, we gradually lost touch.
Until one day, eight years later, my subordinates reported that someone had come all the way from Jinling, specifically asking to see me by name.
“Who is it?” I asked as I walked toward the entrance.
There, I saw a young girl sitting atop a pony, threatening the group of soldiers surrounding her.
“Song Yunying is my mother! If you dare bully me, you’re all finished!”
I am Song Yunying.