Song An was not good at playing chess when she was young. Whenever she was about to lose in a chess game, she would always pester the opponent to give her three moves... Later, she realized that the victory she obtained through fraud would take a lifetime to repay...
[Female perspective] [First person] [Group portrait] [With cp]
Song An woke up, in the body of a disabled lunatic who was pitied and spurned by others.
Dumb and lame.
Song An doesn't remember who he is or where he comes from. The only thing he faces every day is this strange person and this strange world. Instinctive fear covered her, and her physical flaws constrained her. She could only observe and test.
Facing the loyal servant, the sweet horse, the friendly princess, and the compassionate emperor, Song An felt deeply lucky and fortunate that he could feel a little happiness in this unknown world.
But Song An was so hesitant. The decaying family, the mysterious death, and the looks of others seemed to indicate that more things had happened to her that she would be afraid of.
So she was uneasy, fearful, and suspicious, and moved forward tentatively step by step while being tempted again and again.
"Miss, miss, let's go see the flowers, shall we?" Xiaoyang came from the door carrying a basin in her hand.
"Sister An, you know, even if you don't do that, I will protect you." Lu Qingyuan stood a foot away from her sister An and murmured to her.
"An'er, it's okay. The road is still long, so you can walk slowly." Princess Chaoyang put down the brush in her hand and handed the paper on the table to Mrs. Xing who was teasing next to her.
"It doesn't matter, try again, you can go further." The emperor lowered his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and soothed softly.
Intent: Is there a price for making mistakes when you are young? How to deal with the hurt you suffered when you were ignorant; the exploration of self-identity and subjective initiative; the pursuit of the truth.
