My name is An Ran. My father was the minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital. The family moved to Yong'an City to avoid disaster. When I was born, my parents only wanted me to have a safe and smooth life... So I was named "An Ran". How could I do it in this troubled world... I could only drift with the tide like a rootless duckweed. I was forced step by step by others and myself to reach the destination I don't know whether it was right or wrong. In the end, I sat on this high throne.
All those who have owed me and been owed by me in this life have all gone with the wind. My life is also like this withering flower that is coming to an end...