Dou Zhao feels that she may not live long. These days, she always dreams that she has returned to her childhood, sitting under a flower stand full of wisteria flowers, swinging her two fat legs, and a white and fat nurse who looks like a steamed bun is feeding her... But if she really returns to her childhood, how different will her life be? "Nine Layers of Purple" tells a story of rebirth! ...
She is the daughter of the Dou family who died in her childhood. Her status is noble but she is like a duckweed caught in the wind, with a fate worthy of pity.
Destiny has not yet reached its limit, life goes on, she returned to that luxurious life, discarding the past, only hoping to have a good and quiet time, just like a long stream of water.
But what she didn't know is that destiny likes to play with people, the more we flee, the more this world will hold you. Just one confrontation, and she broke into his heart, and inexplicably, this love was settled.
He is to inherit a great position. He is graceful and generous, but is framed by his own father, living in struggle.
A dark fragrance floating, in the light of a moment, he prefers to touch the scales of the dragon (meaning: offend the ruler) and give up a beautiful woman of royal birth, only because of a sincere heart, and a secret promise to a beauty.
Love is born, and the demons of the heart can't be destroyed. The rarer it is, the more it is pursued. With a farce, he finally embraced the married beauty, and in the winds, flowers, snow and the moon, and the white hair didn't part.
She promised him sincerity and gave him a helping hand; he gave her his obsession and for her, dissipated his murderous thoughts.
In the waves of life, she was in the same boat with him. Holding one's hand, can one change your life and be safe?
Author: Zhi Zhi (吱吱)
Year: 2022
I sat on my wedding bed, having just gotten married for the second time. But what made it unusual was that it was with the same person - my Yuvraj.
Just then, I heard the chamber door close, and I felt a sudden surge of fear. Why was I scared? I had loved this man since my mother told me about our marriage.
Yuvraj's first words caught me off guard: "Kya naam hai apka?" His voice was rugged and soothing. But why was he asking me my name? Didn't he already know it?
He pulled my ghughat and asked, "Kya gungi hain aap?" I said "nahi toh"
He replied, "Toh bataye, kya naam hai apka?" (Then tell me, what's your name?)
I smiled and said, "Syesha Raghuvansi."
He clicked his tongue, and I met his gaze. I was captivated by his eyes - ham toh lut gye inki ankhein dekh ke, naah jaane aaeena kaise dekhta hoga inhe
He asked again, "Yahi naam hai apka?" (Is this really your name?) I remembered my mother calling me by this name the last time. So, I nodded.
He replied with authority,
"Syesha Daksh Singh Rathore hai aap"