In the third year after marrying Prince Xiao Jinghuai, he brought back a girl from the border. The little cinnabar mole between the girl's eyebrows is exactly the same as mine. Xiao Jinghuai said: "Ah Wan is weak, please copy scriptures for her to pray for blessings." I copied three hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures, and my fingers were sore to the bone. He said: "Ah Wan is afraid of the dark, so come and watch the night." I stood in the cold wind for three winters, and I got sick all over my body. He said: "Ah Wan likes East China Sea Pearls. The pair in your trousseau is the best, so give it to her." I smiled and handed it over: "Your Highness said it is just a thing outside the body." Until that day at the palace banquet, I heard him drunkenly whispering from behind the screen: "If Mother Lotus is still alive, she should be as old as her." I lowered my head and looked at the inside of my wrist - there was a birthmark there, exactly the same as that of the late Queen He Mother. It turns out that he could recognize me among the dead three years ago just because I looked so much like the white moonlight in which he drowned. I laughed and burned the three hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures overnight. The firelight reflected the palace wall, and my birthmark disappeared completely. Later, Xiao Jinghuai went crazy and dug three feet into the ground to find me. Until in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I walked towards another man's sedan chair wearing a wedding dress. He knelt in front of Shili Hongzhuang, with scarlet eyes: "Mother He... No, Ayun, look back at me." I didn't even pause: "Your Highness has recognized the wrong person. The daughter is called Shen Yun, and her husband's surname is Xie." - The legitimate son of the Xie family who he sent for marriage is now my husband. *
