To be revised.
When I was young, I was forced to enter the palace without completing the vows I made to my old friend.
In the 20th year of Fengyuan, Jingguo used 500,000 horses to trample my homeland. As the concubine of Jingguo, I can only say to the emperor with a smile: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
In the midwinter of that year, I saw the daughter of my old friend among the prisoners of Yan State.
"What's your name?"
"Le Zheng."
"Why is there a white scarf on your head?"
"Mother is gone."
"What kind of music can you play? I want to hear it."
Later, she became my violinist.
Note: The text is from the perspective of a luthier and has been completed.
Intention: There are three things in life that are difficult to resolve: regret, pain, and unwillingness.