Her father and brother were killed in battle, others disappeared, and she, the proud daughter of heaven who was favored by thousands of people, was trampled to pulp by Khitan cavalry for six years, and her soul passed through the body of an orphan.
What night is this?
Master, is it because you are grateful for the loyalty of my strong family and its tragic ending, and you turn me to that person?
Or are the doubts and reluctance in my heart that cannot be erased from the sky and the sun, and are reborn in this vast sky?
Now that I'm back, there's no rush. The hatred of the country and the family, and the righteousness of the world, wait for me to figure it out slowly...
Intention: So what about the evil star? My fate is up to me.