She remembered that before leaving, the cracked tortoise inscriptions hinted at her fate, and the fortune-telling priest shook his head sadly and sighed to the stars in the sky: "Yinghuo guards your heart, Yinghuo guards your heart!" A handful of mugwort ash stroked the deep and shallow crisscrossing fine lines, unable to hide the helplessness.
King You always asked her why she didn't like to smile, but she was just indifferent. Yes, she simply believed that as long as she didn't charm the emperor like Mei happy and Da Ji, she wouldn't be accused of beauty being a disaster. Tears crawled down her cheeks. She thought of King You looking at her tear-filled eyes in the hall that day, and she knew that she could not recover. After all, this wasted fate is no match for the desolate grass steps in front of the palace gate.
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