The day when the Imperial Hospital diagnosed the Queen as pregnant, it happened to be the beginning of the snow in China.
Rumor has it that the first snowfall of that year continued to fall all day long, shrouding the centuries-old capital in a boundless white curtain.
The astrological platform, which is familiar with the celestial phenomena, has been doing divination for three consecutive days, but no one dares to judge whether this sign is good or bad.
The emperor didn't take it seriously. He personally brought the queen to the annual banquet that year and announced to the world that the next year's reign would be changed to Huayang.
In the early autumn of the next year, I was born in Chaoyang Palace. As soon as I landed, I was named Princess Huayang.
On the same day, the queen died of postpartum hemorrhage. The imperial hospital was all beheaded for poor service.
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History is a lesson, and I have accepted my fate.