The history books record the Sixth Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso, in only a few strokes: he was enthralled by worldly passions, cruelly deposed, and his life ended at Qinghai Lake at the age of twenty-four.
One line, "I would betray neither the Buddha nor my beloved," became the tragic lament of a fate that bound him for life.
I transmigrated from the modern world, crossing three hundred years of snow and storm to meet him on a cold, snowy night.
The world cursed me as Magi Ami, the woman who corrupted a Buddha's heart,
but no one knew that within the golden walls of the Potala Palace,
he was only a boy trapped by religious rules, royal power, and shackles, too afraid even to cry aloud.
I taught him to break free from the fate imposed by Buddhist precepts and to bravely be himself.
For me, he divided his life in two: a Buddha in the holy temple, my beloved in the tavern.
As the siege of the monastery, his deposition, and his escort into exile followed one after another, history's tragedy drew ever closer.
By Qinghai Lake, I planned a grand feigned death for him, defying fate to change his destiny.
From then on, the history books said that the living Buddha Tsangyang Gyatso had died of illness, bringing his story to a close.
In the mortal world, a pair of lovers made their home by the lake.
He took the name Tashi, and I was called Ami. Far from the court, we stayed by each other's side for a lifetime.
I crossed through time solely to rewrite the ending of his love poems.
From then on, he would no longer speak of the dilemma between the Buddha and his beloved.
Instead, he gently wrote four words in my palm: "May we be paired like mandarin ducks."
The Potala Palace had no Sixth Dalai Lama anymore.
All ties were severed before the Buddha; in my palm, only you remained.
[Reading Guide]
✅ Transmigration and redemption x Two hearts drawn to each other
✅ Heartbreak and sweetness intertwined x A devoted Buddhist prince
✅ Defying fate x Rewriting a tragedy
✅ A life together in seclusion x A happy ending
A restrained, stoic living Buddha of the snowy plateau and a gentle heroine who transmigrates to save him
The court is all in the past. The tenderness of his remaining years belongs to me alone.