Every time I dream, I always go back to that Qingming day. The sky outside the window was pure and without a trace of color. A few birds chirped gracefully in the distance. There was a faint fragrance of aphrodisiac in the air. That day, I, the daughter of Princess Guantao, the most beloved sister of the current emperor, was born, and I began my most honorable life in that faint fragrance. My mother named me Gillian, wishing that I would be as beautiful as a flower all my life.
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