Yu's Sorrow

After spending far too long lurking on sites like Jinjiang and Xiaoxiang, I was inspired to write this story. It is only to pay tribute to my feelings about transmigration and to remember the people who once appeared in my life, but eventually left. History is always written by the victors. Those who lose can only let the victors erase and rewrite the traces of their fate. What history really is, we can’t possibly see clearly from where we stand today. I’m not writing a historical biography or singing anyone’s praises. I just want to give everyone a satisfying ending. After all, throughout the sweep of history, some people end up with nothing, left only to cling to their memories and lose themselves in those green, youthful days. This story focuses only on the Great General Prince in the struggle among the nine princes for the throne. I only ask that everyone else be treated fairly. I used to think those imperial princes and nobles were merely legends from history, and that every fragment of those memories, every little detail, was just God’s way of having a laugh. Perhaps the wheel of fate was already turning toward its destined course from the very beginning. Life went on as always, and there was no turning back… Theme: