She was born on a snowy morning in the fifth year of Jiaqing. At the moment of birth, the sun suddenly dimmed, but the moon, which was supposed to be setting in the west, shone brightly. Her father believed that there was a strange phenomenon in the sky, which was either a blessing or a disaster. So Qin Tianjian and many folk magicians were called to inquire about the reason. The conclusion drawn is: "The moon is bright and the sun is dark, and the moon governs the yin. This princess must have something to do, and whoever gets it will achieve great prosperity in the world."
This sentence seemed ridiculous to her. She doesn't believe in fate. She likes the phrase "I have no control over my fate." It's so well said. But her father believed it.
After all, I know that my country may be destroyed and handed over to others just because of the whereabouts of a woman. Everyone is going crazy. Even if it's his own daughter. An emperor does not lack sons, let alone daughters.
A fate that shouldn't have been born, a feeling that shouldn't have happened. She has tasted all the ups and downs of life. In the end, the country is still there, but the person is gone forever.
Nothing comes to an end. Because their tune never started.