What awaits me is not relief, but another reincarnation.
The Buddha in this life said: "Those who commit suicide have no place to go because their life span of retribution has not expired. They become lonely ghosts, wandering everywhere and having no peace of mind. After committing suicide, the seventh consciousness will not be extinguished, and there will be no liberation in the six paths of reincarnation."
When I woke up again, I was no longer the same person, not yesterday in the 21st century, but the Qing Dynasty three hundred years ago.
Failed relationships in the 21st century, sudden time travel, Amma, Princess, everything is so confusing, making me want to escape so much! Finally, with flower pot sole shoes and dignified etiquette, at the age of 9, I escaped from the mansion of the fourth-grade ceremonial officer with a small bag of silver.
Instead of enjoying myself like in the time-travel novels I had read, accepting things as they came, enjoying the fresh air of three hundred years ago, and thinking about when to wear them back again, I just wanted to live my civilian life in this dynasty where braids were everywhere.
However, it doesn't mean that everything will go well no matter what I think. It's like I thought I could be freed, but ended up in this more restrictive dynasty.