Gods and Buddhas above, if I could live it all over again, I would still claim to be a princess in that ruined temple on that stormy night, even though I wasn't a princess and my mother was just an illiterate farmer from Nanpu Village.
After all these years, I still remember it clearly. Gu Lanzhi sat astride his horse. That night, the moonlight and the gleam of his blade were both as white as snow. He looked down at me from above, and our gaze lasted as long as my short life.
After a long while, he finally dismounted, knelt in the mud with his robe gathered up, and respectfully called me, "Your Highness, Princess."
As for the poor real princess, I had buried her beneath a willow tree on the hill behind us just the day before.
*The main story is told in third person.
Theme: I decide my own fate.
