In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Maweipo.
The Sixth Army did not send out troops, and the Forbidden Army mutinied. The emperor in the bright yellow dragon robe remained silent, acquiescing to the idea of sacrificing her life in exchange for the peace of mind of the army.
Bai Ling was hanging on a dead tree, and everyone was waiting for her to die with dignity.
Yang Yuhuan didn't want to. She didn't want to bear the charge of being a "demon concubine who brought harm to the country", and she didn't want to be the saddest abandoned child in this troubled world.
In panic, she saw a dry well deep in the barren slope. A saying from a monk many years ago resounded in my mind: "The empress accumulates good deeds, there is a well in the sea of suffering, she survives in desperate situations, and she returns to the mortal world forever."
She lifted up her skirt and jumped down.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already 2012.
She became 16-year-old Yang Yuning - her face was covered with spots, her skin was rough, she had just finished the high school entrance examination, her grades were mediocre, and she was a transparent person who was ignored in the class.
Everyone thinks this girl will be like this for the rest of her life.
But Yang Yuning knew that she was Yang Yuhuan. She brings with her 1,300 years of memories, the Tang Dynasty's top pipa skills, colorful feather dances, ancient palace beauty recipes, and the knowledge of people who have been in the palace for twenty years.
She wants to live her true self in this strange era.
Repair your appearance, regain your talents, and impress everyone. In this life, she is no longer "Concubine Yang", she is Yang Yuning.
Someone gave her warmth, like the spring wind, neither burning nor cold.
Someone owed her a past life, and she saw memories that were not hers again and again in her dreams.
Someone is trying to pull her back into the cage of power, using the method she is most familiar with and hates the most.
In this life, she will never let anyone control her destiny.
