When life moves smoothly, you might think that fate is a labyrinth, hard to fathom, but when you look back at the end of your life, you realize that your life has been a fixed line.
Although some people may have forks in their paths, fate does not have forks.
Scientists therefore have a hypothesis, that everything is merely operating according to some pre-set laws. And we humans are merely a part of it, like a screw in a machine, discarded after reaching its service life, no matter whether you are a screw in a nuclear bomb or on a toilet seat cover.
Essentially, there is no difference.
Talented Lady Qiao recalls old times, as if murmuring in a dream.
For her, life is indeed like a dream—endless waiting, waiting for the Emperor's favor, waiting for the birth of her daughter, waiting for her daughter to marry a fitting suitor, waiting for the end of life...
