The sun is blocked by the clouds, and I step on duckweeds. My eyebrows are furrowed and my embroidery is cold. I lean alone on the high pavilion. When will the autumn fall through the small window?
The remnants of retribution and karma are ignited, and the white bones return to the next life. I sit in the empty courtyard, and the pear trees in the small courtyard are white.
Yi Qian gets a new body at dawn, looks back to see his old friends, and holds a bronze mirror and an agarwood hairpin in front of the hall.
The winds of the nine lands have lasted for eternity, and the spirits are dejected by the dust. There is a candle in the sky, and a soul-crossing sword on the bridge.
Purpose: The best daughter-in-law in the world