Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

The hustle and bustle of the past has subsided, and the palace lanterns are like tears, flowing through the silent corridors. In the most secret corner of the palace, a faint light slowly overflows from the heavy ancient books, as if an incredible power is quietly brewing.

Lying on the gorgeous bed was the princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, Lin Qingyao. She should have died in a conspiracy, but at this moment, her heart was beating miraculously, and a cold and fresh air flowed through her mouth and nose, bringing her back to the world.

The princess' eyes suddenly opened, like a deep pool, reflecting the illusion and reality of this world. She remembered death, blood, and the book - the book that described her rough life and tragic fate.

She sat up and stared at every inch of the palace. She knew clearly in her heart that she was living under the pen of someone else. Every move she made and every sigh she uttered was nothing but a fate that had already been written.

"This is impossible." The princess's voice floated in the silent air, trembling like a whisper. She stood up unsteadily, as if the whole world was turning with her.

She came to the desk, looked at the old book, and took a deep breath. The princess touched the pages, and the cold paper seemed to have no reaction to her body temperature.

Word by word, sentence by sentence, she read about her tragic life story, how she suffered injustice and humiliation, how she cried and finally ended up in misery. In the story, her life was like a withered flower, bleak and short.

A hint of determination flashed in the princess's eyes. Since fate could be reversed, she would use her own will to write her own chapter in this life. She gently closed the book, and whispered the upcoming rewrite through her tightly closed lips.

The morning light in the palace broke at dawn, and dewdrops fell on the faded glazed tiles. Princess Lin Qingyao, wearing a plain moon-white dress, stepped into the imperial garden full of flowers and fragrant aromas. She knew that every scene here was created by the author, including the blooming peonies and the silent dawn.

Her steps were silent, but every beat of her heart strongly resisted the arrangement of fate. She had to find the wise man who wrote the story and confront the creator of this tragic script in person.

Lin Qingyao walked through the winding corridors and the layers of courtyards and came to a quiet study. The door of the study was ajar, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the table full of books. Her eyes were fixed on a man wearing a simple long gown and with slightly messy hair. He was sleeping at his desk, holding a pen stained with ink in his hand.

He is Meng Haoran, the country's little-known historian and the anonymous author of Lin Qingyao's Book of Destiny.

The princess walked closer and looked at the sleeping face, with a complex emotion in her eyes. She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the pen, but paused.

"Who are you?" A voice suddenly sounded in the room. Meng Haoran woke up in shock, and the scene in front of him seemed to confuse him.

Lin Qingyao did not back down, but answered firmly: "I am Lin Qingyao, the princess of the Great Yan Kingdom."

Meng Haoran frowned, and then suddenly realized, "So it's the soul of my writing... But why are you here?"

The princess's lips curled up into a bitter smile, "I am resurrected, and I know that my destiny is nothing more than a line of words written by you."

The historian's expression became complicated. He slowly stood up and looked at the princess with deep eyes. "What does this mean? Is it God's will, or is it..."

"I want to rewrite my destiny." Lin Qingyao interrupted him, with unquestionable determination in her voice.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was solemn. Meng Haoran finally spoke, his voice low and sincere, "Princess, I don't know how you got here, but if you insist on changing your fate, I... am willing to help you."

Lin Qingyao's eyes flashed with surprise, and then turned into determination, "Very good, let's end this tragedy together."

Under the guidance of Meng Haoran, Lin Qingyao began her journey of adversity. She first came to the most unnoticed corner of the palace-Hanyu Pavilion, which was full of dusty documents and forgotten secrets.

"To change our destiny, we first need to find out who your enemies are." Meng Haoran pointed to a pile of yellowed memorials and family trees with a serious look on his face.

The princess frowned as she read through the documents one by one. Time seemed to have stopped here, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and the occasional bird song breaking the silence.

After days of hard work, they discovered a pattern: behind every political turmoil and court conspiracy, there were shadows of some noble families. These people were the main force that oppressed the princess as described in the book.

Lin Qingyao's eyes gradually became firm, "We need to regain our allies and change the balance of power."

Meng Haoran nodded in agreement and proposed to seek foreign aid. They contacted some exiled loyalists and foreign tribes on the border to form a new political alliance.

At the same time, Lin Qingyao began to actively participate in government affairs, using her wisdom and charm to convince many originally neutral ministers to stand on her side. She showed unprecedented decisiveness and courage in the court, forcing her political opponents who had originally despised her to re-evaluate her strength.

"Princess, are you really ready?" Meng Haoran asked cautiously after a strategy meeting.

Lin Qingyao raised her head, her eyes burning, "In order to no longer be the protagonist of a tragedy, I must do this."

As new policies were implemented and reforms were gradually advanced, Lin Qingyao not only consolidated her position, but also gradually weakened the power of her opponents. Her name began to spread among the people, and people praised her as the "Morning Star", a symbol of hope.

Behind all this, Meng Haoran always supported her silently, and the relationship between the two gradually changed from initial cooperation to deep mutual trust.

As Lin Qingyao's influence grows, the atmosphere in the palace becomes more tense. Her opponents begin to use all means to try to eliminate this increasingly powerful threat through framing, framing, and even assassination. However, every conspiracy seems to fail at the last minute because Lin Qingyao can always magically resolve the crisis.

During this ongoing psychological battle, Lin Qingyao discovered that in addition to Meng Haoran, there was another mysterious figure secretly helping her - Zhao Yunlan. As a small guard in the palace, he had a low status but superb martial arts, and protected the princess's safety many times at critical moments.

Late one night, Lin Qingyao ran into Zhao Yunlan in the library, who was reading a martial arts book. Under the light, his face was focused and calm, as if the intrigues around him had nothing to do with him.

"Why are you helping me?" Lin Qingyao asked. Her voice echoed in the empty space between the bookshelves.

Zhao Yunlan put down the book in his hand. His eyes were open and firm. "Because I believe that the princess can bring true peace and prosperity to this country."

Lin Qingyao was touched by this simple and pure belief. In the following days, Zhao Yunlan not only became her personal bodyguard, but also her trusted friend.