In the name of gods and Buddhas, if I could do it all over again, I would still identify the princess in that stormy and ruined temple that night, even though I was not a princess and my mother was just an illiterate peasant woman from Nanpu Village.
After all these years, I still remember clearly, Gu Lanzhi was riding a horse, the night moon and the sword were as bright as snow. He looked down at me, and the look at each other was as long as my short life.
After a long time, he finally got off his horse, lifted his robes, knelt on the dirt, and respectfully called me "Your Royal Highness."
And the poor true princess was buried under the willow tree in the back mountain by me just one day ago.
*The third person of the text
Intention: My destiny is mine
