The Journey to Godhood in Another World

A few rays of sunlight quietly fell, and dust motes danced lightly in the halo. Luo Li gently raised her hand and picked up the second script outline, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

This was originally a palace intrigue drama. In her previous life, palace intrigue dramas were like mysterious and alluring otherworldly realms to her, full of scheming and unexpected plot twists.

Her thoughts drifted far away, as if she had traveled back to her past life, to the deep palace courtyards, where women in their finest attire used all sorts of bizarre methods to vie for the emperor's favor. Some relied on their gentleness and talent, some on their beauty and cunning, and some were ruthless and unscrupulous.

Luo Li sighed inwardly. Under those red walls and yellow tiles, only clever women could truly thrive. Every conspiracy and scheme, every open and covert struggle, was an eye-opener and made one marvel at the complexity and cruelty of court life.

Luo Li's gaze became somewhat unfocused as she thought of a palace drama she particularly loved in her past life.

The theme song and ending theme of that drama, with their melodies and lyrics, deeply moved her.

Especially the ending theme song, with its beautiful yet slightly melancholic melody, seems to tell the story of the sorrow and helplessness of the women in the palace.

She had already written the ending theme song during the competition, but Lu Jinchen ultimately did not choose to sing it.

At this moment, Luo Li's lips curled up slightly, and she softly hummed that familiar melody: "Gently falling into my palm, quietly freezing in my hand, our meeting was predestined in a past life, tasting both pain and joy..." Her voice was very soft at first, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the room.

As she hummed deeper, her voice became increasingly ethereal, as if the entire room was filled with her song.

As Luo Li hummed a tune, she picked up a pen and began to write on the paper. Her gaze was focused and affectionate, as if she were conversing with memories of her past life.

Every word, every note, flowed from the depths of her heart. Her movements were gentle and fluid, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

"I listen slowly to the sound of snow falling, closing my eyes and imagining it will never stop. You can't get close, not because you're heartless, but because you're captivated by the beautiful scenery outside the window..."

Luo Li sang softly, her body swaying slightly, as if she were in a palace courtyard filled with falling snow.

The image of the women in the play wandering alone in the snow flashed through her mind. They were dressed in gorgeous brocade, but they could not hide their loneliness and melancholy.

Song Hui sat quietly to the side, initially just sitting there casually, but gradually became attracted by Luo Li's singing.

Her gaze was fixed on Luo Li, her eyes filled with surprise and fascination.

Seeing Luo Li so engrossed in the world of music was like seeing a breathtaking painting.

Luo Li's singing continued to echo in the room: "I slowly savor the sound of falling snow, as if you are whispering 'Qingqing' to me. I open my eyes, and the snow falls mercilessly. Who will accompany me through this beautiful time of life..."

At this moment, a faint sadness seemed to permeate the room. Luo Li's brows furrowed slightly, as if she could sense the pain and struggle of the women in the drama.

As Song Hui listened, she became completely engrossed. She seemed to see the thrilling scenes in the palace: women scheming and plotting against each other in order to win the emperor's favor, smiling and laughing on the surface while secretly plotting against each other.

The swirling snowflakes, like witnesses to this court intrigue, coldly observed all the joys and sorrows.

As Luo Li sang the climax, her voice trembled slightly, carrying an indescribable emotion: "Those words were so heartbreaking, yet I pretended they were just words of advice. Even with tears exhausted, I couldn't believe it; my life is as fragile as paper..."

Tears welled in her eyes, as if she had placed herself in the shoes of those women in the palace, experiencing their helplessness and despair.

Song Hui's breathing also became softer, as if afraid of disturbing the beautiful singing.

She secretly admired Luo Li, who not only had unique talent in scriptwriting but also had such profound attainments in music.

This song contains not only simple notes and lyrics, but also a profound understanding and insight into the life of a courtier in a past life.

Luo Li's humming gradually came to an end, and her voice slowly returned to calm: "Who will compensate for this lifetime of good times..."

As the last note faded, a brief silence fell over the room.

Luo Li slowly raised her head, as if waking up from a long dream.

Seeing Song Hui's mesmerized expression, she smiled slightly, a little embarrassed.

Song Hui then came to her senses and couldn't help but applaud: "Luo Li, you sang so well! This song is really beautiful, it's like it took me to another world."

Luo Li gently put down her pen, looked at the paper filled with lyrics, and sighed, "This song has too many shadows of palace dramas from my past life. The fates of those women always make people sigh."

Song Hui walked over to Luo Li, looked at the lyrics, and said, "The lyrics you wrote are very evocative; every line seems to tell a story. Do you see yourself as the female lead in the drama?"

Luo Li nodded slightly: "When you hum the songs, you do feel that way, as if you've experienced their joys and sorrows. The women in palace dramas may seem to have wealth and honor, but in reality, many of them are not in control of their own lives. Their fates are bound by the rules and power of the court."

The two chatted about palace dramas and this song, from the twists and turns of the plot to the characters' personalities, from life in the ancient palace to modern interpretations of that period of history.

Luo Li's eyes sparkled. Her love for palace dramas was not only because of the exciting plot, but also because it revealed the complexity and multifaceted nature of humanity.

"Do you think those women would still enter the palace if they had a choice?" Song Hui asked thoughtfully.

Luo Li pondered for a moment and replied, "Some may have entered for the sake of family honor; others may be seduced by the splendor of the palace and yearn for the emperor's favor."

But once inside, I realized it was a place full of danger and helplessness.

Just like the song says, life is as fragile as paper; many women squandered their lives in the struggles of the court.

P.S.: The original singer of "The Sound of Falling Snow" was Lu Hu; the lyrics were written by Yu Zheng; and the music was composed by Lu Hu.