Fate, they say, is something no one can change. His arrival disrupted the workings of destiny, yet never changed the ending.
Her existence was merely the meaning of the peach blossoms in that lifetime. The flowers bloomed and faded, and all that remained was the reputation of a captivating beauty who brought disaster.
This story has an opening volume about farming and a later volume set in the palace. Though it's divided into volumes, it shouldn't be very long. I originally planned it as a short story. I hope you'll give it a read, and please point out any problems so I can make corrections.
