Records of a Thousand Rivers

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[Blurb]

In the sixth year of the Chengtian era, at the Spring Outing Banquet, Zhao Changjun, young pavilion master of Qianjiang, claimed first place and secured a clue to a hidden treasure from the previous dynasty.

After the banquet, the news sent the four corners of the land into a stir, and Qianjiang Pavilion became the target of everyone's suspicion.

"What do the young pavilion master's grudges have to do with the noble young lady of the General's Residence?"

Zhao Changjun was stunningly beautiful, poised and graceful. In a splendid, intricately detailed gown, she could blend effortlessly into the noble families and enjoy a leisurely life.

Until, on the eve of entering the imperial court, she suddenly learned that she was a princess of the previous dynasty.

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As turmoil erupted, the Great Qian was engulfed in unceasing war drums and clashing weapons, its people plunged into misery.

Pei Yan'an followed his father into battle, devising brilliant strategies and securing victory after victory on the northern frontier.

When he had time to return home, he removed his armor and concealed his sharp edge. In a moon-white robe, he looked all the more elegant and refined.

With her memories returned, Zhao Changjun lounged against a brocade couch, languidly swinging a wine flask in her hand. Her three thousand strands of hair fell to her waist like a misty cloud.

Pei Yan'an entered with her coming-of-age gift and walked up beside her. In a gentle voice, he asked, "Why are you drunk?"

She leaned against him, her slender fingers resting on his chest. Her normally dark, deep eyes shimmered like autumn waters.

"You once said, Brother, that no matter what my identity was, you would never leave me?"

"To the highest heavens or the depths of the underworld," he replied softly, a faint smile on his lips. "I will always be with you."

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On the eve of the enthronement, the curtain finally rose.

Zhao Changjun looked down at the people before her, a cool smile like shards of ice and glistening snow at the corner of her mouth.

"You calculated every move, yet never imagined that a pawn could overturn the board."

"What great worldly tides? What struggle over heaven's mandate? I am the young pavilion master of Qianjiang Pavilion, a diviner who does not believe in fate!"

He demanded, unwilling to accept it, "Since we all came to this place together, why stand alone against us?"

The vast sky was filled with sunset clouds. Zhao Changjun stood at the highest point of Songcheng, bathed in their glow, her gaze calm and clear.

"You were never worthy of being called diviners."

"And on the road I choose, countless people will walk with me. I am not alone."

Theme: No one is destined by heaven. My fate is mine to command.