For twelve years, no one had ever seen her eyes except Mu Li.
She said that her silver eyes could see the future of every pair of eyes and everyone's future, including hers. She can see it, but what's so good about other people's futures? My own, hey, I already know it well.
On her second birthday, her mother covered her eyes with a piece of white silk and gently told her not to believe in her fate. She smiled. She didn't believe in fate. She didn't believe in fate in her previous life, but in this life, she did.
She foresaw that her mother was the only person who had seen her silver eyes before she had hair extensions. However, he took off her white silk scarf and stared into her silver eyes. She was ten years old.
She foresees that at the age of sixteen, she will marry Prince Fing. However, he looked at her wedding dress and took out the imperial edict that Wen Yinran, the legitimate daughter of the Wen family, had peerless talents and could serve the country, and he would discuss the marriage again on her eighteenth birthday.
She foresaw that he would proclaim himself emperor at a time when he was weak, and would rule for more than forty years, becoming the emperor of the ages. However, he hugged her and said, I only love you, let's go.
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Chaos, chaos, chaos. Everything is messed up.
But, is it chaos or conspiracy? Is it fate or a trick? Revealing everything, will they stay together or fall apart?
Listen, the wind sings in this world.