I am Sheng Ji, the princess of the Sheng Kingdom. The day I entered the palace, I was destined to be a shadow.
The rain in Haojing soaked my wedding dress, but King Mu's eyes penetrated me and looked at the Queen Mother of the West at the top of Kunlun. "Your eyes are like hers." This was the first thing he said to me. From then on, there was a woman wearing white clothes and a jade ring on the Chongbi Platform. She looked northwest day and night, paying homage to the emperor for an old dream that would never come back.
For three years and more than a thousand days and nights, I lived in his obsession, imitating her smile, imitating her behavior, imitating her everything. I wore her favorite white, recited the poems she wrote, and endured his tears when he was drunk and called "Mother." I told myself that as long as I was obedient enough, I might be able to get a hint of real warmth.
Until I opened the scroll of bamboo slips in the study and saw the oath he had carved into his bones - "I will betray you." Until I asked those words on the bedside: "Your Majesty, is it me or her that you are crying about?"
He fell silent.
I will spend my whole life answering: I am Sheng Ji, not a substitute, not a shadow, not a container for anyone's memories. Death is not my end, but my liberation. For three thousand years on the Naihe Bridge, I waited for him to wake up, just to tell him that in the next life, I will never be called Sheng Ji again.
And he finally turned into a wisp of wind in Shalu Mountain, guarding an old locust tree with my name engraved on it, and learned to "see" in the eternal loneliness.
Intention: Belated affection is lighter than grass, and three thousand years of watching can't exchange for "It's you I see."
