Military training, updates will be slow.
They say readers like blurbs better when they're lively.
As a ghost girl with a fate full of hardships, I need to lay out in detail just how miserable my life is.
Both parents alive? No chance. My father is unknown, though I do have a loving mother. Unfortunately, someone poisoned her, and she's now laid to rest. Want to meet a ghost child? That's me. Luckily, I got a devoted godfather for free. Be grateful for what you've got!
A grand mansion and a crowd of servants? I've got the grand mansion, but a crowd of servants... Can somebody tell me why other families order people around, while we order ghosts around?
A wonderful marriage? Don't make me laugh. No royal heirs or high-ranking officials for me. The only eligible men still alive around me are two little boys. One used to treat fat pigs and has now switched careers to saving people as a barefoot doctor. The other is a Taoist who draws talismans and exorcises ghosts. At least he's a lay Taoist, so he can have a wife, kids, and a cozy home.
At least I have a golden finger. Surely I can be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? No chance. Forget those four arts, I can't even read. You're just a counterfeiter, so knowing copy and paste is all you need.
Then can I at least spend my days eating and waiting to die? A fortune-teller comes charging right at me: Sorry, you're destined to die at twenty-two.
Oh my God, Heaven, are you messing with me?
Literary version: There are eight kinds of suffering in life: birth, aging, illness, death, being separated from those you resent, being parted from those you love, the raging of the five aggregates, and wanting what you cannot have.
This story is about wanting what you cannot have. Why can't you have it? Is it for a bright future? For the rules of human relations? For bitterness and reckless passion? For the Wushan of days gone by? For the divide between yin and yang? In the end, it's no more than tea spilled over the scent of ink. Back then, it all seemed ordinary. We search with all our hearts, never knowing that in the end, someone like Ruo Shui will take the place of the ocean.
I urge you: don't betray the love you carry in your heart.
P.S. The story is set in the early Northern Song dynasty. If anything about the history or customs is inaccurate, please feel free to correct me. Also, please leave comments!
