Shen Qinghe started having a dream intermittently since he was in college.
In the dream, she was confined in a small body and spent four years with the little princess also named "Shen Qinghe".
"Sixth Princess, this reward... I'm afraid His Majesty won't like your gift."
The palace maid seemed embarrassed and held a small wooden machine bird.
No! It was clearly something that a skilled craftsman had to put in a lot of effort to make!
She looked at the mechanical bird that could fly around the house three times with one click, and screamed in her heart.
But the little princess had no idea and cried silently all night long.
As a bystander, Shen Qinghe could only watch helplessly as the little princess became more sensitive and inferior, drifted further away from her father who loved her, and finally died of a slip and fall into the water.
... Is this the ending?
After waking up from the dream, she wiped the tears from her eyes and felt sad for the fate of the little princess.
"You have the same name as her, maybe it was your previous life?"
Listening to her friend's teasing, she smiled and shook her head: "How is that possible? The Jing Dynasty in the dream does not exist in history."
"Maybe, after all, no one would have such continuous dreams, right?"
"It's best to remember the story in the dream, maybe one day you can travel through time."
One word becomes a prophecy.
"Your Highness the Sixth Princess, I have finally found you!"
Shen Qinghe looked at the eunuch kneeling on the ground and the hundreds of forbidden soldiers behind him, silently clenching his fists.
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Everyone knows that the recovered Sixth Princess is His Majesty the Emperor's favorite child.
"When you grow up, you can go see the mountains and rivers I mentioned."
Shen Xuanhe came back from the morning meeting, held her in his arms and sat on his lap, pointing to the map on the case and talking about the world's customs.
She responded with a smile, her eyes sparkling.
Intention: love