Once upon a time, Emperor Yamos sat at his desk in the History Museum for a week, looking through the collection of books that were so old that they were made of tree pulp. Finally, he raised his deep and melancholy eyes, and said slowly in a romantic and ups and downs tone: "It is said that when Mary Suzhe laughed, hundreds of flowers bloomed, and when she cried, her tears turned into beads. She was born to enjoy thousands of favors, so I will give my little daughter the same name, and may luck coexist with her."