In the first year of Wutai, Heyin was bleeding and the Wei Dynasty was in decline.
She was a descendant of the previous emperor in her infancy. Once the country was destroyed, her entire clan was buried and her clothes turned into dust.
In a sudden change of fate, she replaced her life with the nameless corpse of an infant, shed her imperial glory, and disappeared into the mountains and wild fireworks.
From then on, there was no longer an emperor daughter of the Yuan family in the world, only an orphaned girl in troubled times, secretly reborn under the ashes.
The motherland is deeply buried, the mountains and rivers share the same sorrow, and the past is burned into the bones.
She does not ask for resettlement, dominance, or political intrigue.
I just wish to live peacefully in this war-torn world, bearing in mind those bones, blood and sorrows that are never far away.
The old dynasty has come to an end, and destiny has been left blank.
She spent the rest of her life remembering the mountains and rivers without saying a word.
{This story is purely fictitious, a bit boring, please proceed with caution} Alias: "The End of the Northern Dynasties is the Sui Dynasty"
Intention: The embers of the old dynasty are left, and destiny is left blank. In this life, she does not care about the country, but only lives.