Suddenly, the wind and snow in this world grew stronger, and down fell snowflakes like goose feathers, dyeing the earth white, swiftly accumulating above the waist.
Yan Tingfeng stared blankly at the snowflakes falling onto his palm, burying the shattered chess pieces.
In her second life, did she also not meet a good end?
"Her Royal Highness the Princess bears the entire fate of the Daning Dynasty," Rong Shi spoke slowly and leisurely, "but those who carry great luck will inevitably become the target of many."
Yan Tingfeng heard himself ask, "So, she can't have a good result?"
"Whatever the result is, it is decided by Her Royal Highness the Princess," Rong Shi smiled faintly, "And when she made her choice, the gears of fate also started to turn at that moment."
People are pushed forward by fate.
Whether it's the Eight Characters, Star Disk, or Ziwei Doushu, they all seem like predetermined programs set at birth.
