"Mr. Jiang, do you believe in fate?"
Diao Chan broke the silence.
"Whether you believe in it is up to you. Those who believe in fate resign themselves to it. Those who don't resist it."
Jiang Siming answered her.
But Diao Chan remained unmoved and continued timidly, "But my fate has already been decided."
"Nothing is predetermined. It depends on whether you dare to change your fate."
"You jest, sir. How could a weak woman like me change her destiny?"
After speaking, Diao Chan gave a self-deprecating smile before continuing, "My adoptive father wants me to cling to life by pleasing Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, sow discord between them, and sacrifice myself to save the Han Dynasty."
"Ha. What a joke. Why would the Han Dynasty need a weak woman like you to save it? Besides, you can't save the Han Dynasty at all. You're merely a tool Wang Yun uses to take revenge on Dong Zhuo."
Jiang Siming's blunt words made Diao Chan's face pale. She had actually thought the same thing before, but refused to believe it.
Now that Jiang Siming had said it aloud, she realized that it did indeed seem to be true.
She was nothing more than a tool Wang Yun wanted to use to kill Dong Zhuo.
Reviving the Han Dynasty was merely a grand-sounding excuse.
"Then... then what should I do?" Diao Chan asked in confusion.
Jiang Siming looked into her eyes. "Run away."
"Run? Where would I go? This is where I grew up. Diao Chan has never traveled far from home."
"That's why you think your fate is predetermined. You don't even have the courage to run away, so how could you change your destiny?"
Jiang Siming shook his head and sighed. Diao Chan said guiltily, "Please teach me, sir."