A Long-Planned Marriage: Winning the Madam's Heart

Who is she in my dreams? Who is she in the illusions? Is that me? That marquis of Xichang from Southern Qi said I was his woman, the once-feared "Thousand-Fingered Demoness," a bloodthirsty sorceress who could bewitch hearts with a wave of her hand or a note on her qin. He said I was the one who possessed her soul. I was stunned. I am the second daughter of a Northern Wei general, a peerlessly beautiful young lady from a distinguished family, renowned for my qin playing. I'm just a frail young woman. How could I be that demoness whom people feared even at the sound of her name, all those years ago?

With every step I took toward the truth, I found it inextricably tied to him. His shadow was everywhere.

When I stood before the crystal ice coffin and saw myself lying inside, identical in every way, I finally understood. It had all been done so she could go on living. The jade qilin in my hand brought it all back to me: our fates had long been ordained by Heaven. It was the wish she made in her despair... And at last I understood: the one in the rumor said to have received personal instruction from the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord was her. She was the god.