“I will...”

What came after that? Leaning against the cushion, I stared blankly. That night... My cheeks flushed faintly, and my heartbeat quickened. When I woke up, Xiuyuan was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone? Had he left without a word again? At the thought, I couldn’t help but furrow my brows.

“Sister.” My sister-in-law spoke softly. I looked up at her, bewildered. “Hmm?”

Her delicate brows were tightly knitted, as if reluctant to say what she was about to. After a moment, she sighed, grasped my hand, and said in a low voice, “You two... it’s impossible.”

“Huh?” I stared at her in surprise.

“Sister, though both your brother and I know that the Divine Physician Ye is an excellent match for you, your marriage is no longer something we can decide.” She gazed at me intently, speaking hurriedly. “With the two hundred thousand elite soldiers under your brother’s command alone, he could easily turn the tide in the succession battle. The King will never let you marry so easily.”

It took me a moment to grasp her meaning. My cheeks burned faintly, and I asked in a small voice, “Don’t jump to conclusions. Xiuyuan and I aren’t like that.”

“Not?” My sister-in-law’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she murmured, “Then why did the Divine Physician propose to Zhusu?”

“Propose?!” I stared wide-eyed, momentarily stunned. Lowering my gaze, I pondered deeply as my body trembled slightly with the movement of the carriage. “I will...” Suddenly lifting my head, I realized the full phrase must have been, “I will take responsibility.” Responsibility, huh? A wave of disappointment washed over me. “So... what did Brother say?”

“He told him the truth, of course.”

Unconsciously clenching my fists, a faint ache rose in my chest. Xiuyuan, was that why you left?

“Auntie, Auntie.” A gentle tug on my sleeve brought me back. Turning my head, I forced a smile. “Yan’er, what is it?”

“Look! Look!” He knelt in the carriage, his chubby little finger pointing outside the curtain.

Raising my head, I saw a vast sky dotted with drifting clouds and several rows of geese flying by. Beneath the deep blue heavens, the distant mountains appeared even lower. Before the mountains and beneath the clouds lay a stretch of golden brilliance, dazzling and eye-catching. The palaces stood majestic and towering, their splendor rich and resplendent. The royal palace of Qing exuded solemnity amidst its opulence, radiating an air of imperial majesty.

As we approached, the vermilion palace gates loomed larger and larger. After a brief pause, the guards stepped aside, and the carriage slowly entered the palace grounds. Passing through the second gate, a slightly high-pitched male voice greeted us: “This humble servant welcomes Lady of General Fubo and Miss to dismount.”

Following along, the path was lined with lush red polygonum flowers, brilliant as clouds. The clear sky stretched endlessly, and wisps of clouds drifted lazily. Sensing two inquisitive gazes, I turned to look. The eunuch’s brows twitched faintly before he respectfully lowered his head.

My sister-in-law, holding Yan’er’s hand, smiled and said, “Today, Master Dequan personally came to greet us. We are truly honored.”

“Oh, Lady General, please don’t embarrass this humble servant,” the plain-looking eunuch bowed slightly. “Her Majesty said that Miss Han is visiting the palace for the first time and might feel unfamiliar, so she sent me to attend to you carefully.”

My sister-in-law’s brows furrowed briefly before smoothing out again. “On behalf of my sister, I thank Her Majesty for her kindness. Master Dequan, you’ve worked hard.”

Dequan bowed his head slightly. “It is my honor to guide Lady and Miss.”

Walking slowly along the winding corridors, the palace gardens were filled with exotic trees—some with fragrant green leaves, others with crimson branches laden with fruit; still others bore clusters of bright red berries, glowing like fire beneath the mist. This area must belong to the inner palace, unlike the solemn grandeur of the distant halls—it exuded softness and beauty.

“Lady, Miss, Fengluan Hall has arrived.”

Looking ahead, I saw tall walls painted white, intricately carved beams, and painted pillars. Many palace maids and eunuchs bustled in and out. Beyond the entrance lay a cluster of rooms, and upon entering the second gate, the main hall and side corridors came into view, adorned with intricate latticed windows and carved railings. As the pearl curtain was lifted, sweet and delicate voices filled the air.

“Esteemed Consorts, Lady of General Fubo, Young Master, and Miss of General, have arrived.”

Stepping into the main hall, I was greeted by a roomful of beautiful women. On the throne sat a woman wearing a golden phoenix crown, fine wrinkles barely visible at the corners of her eyes. Her gaze flickered with sharp intelligence, exuding a subtle but undeniable authority. To her left sat another lavishly dressed woman of similar age, her features gentle and approachable. On the right sat Nongmo, resplendent in a golden eight-treasure jeweled crown, her face powdered and perfumed, her attire radiant and dazzling—a true embodiment of unparalleled beauty. Nongmo’s bright eyes flickered, and she half-rose from her seat before slowly sitting back down, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on me.

My sister-in-law released Yan’er and performed a respectful bow. “This humble servant greets Her Majesty the Empress, Her Grace Consort Hua, and Her Grace Consort Cheng.” Following her lead, I bent my waist as she continued, “On this auspicious occasion of the Thousand Wonders Feast, may all esteemed consorts enjoy good health and everlasting imperial favor.”

“You may rise.” A smiling female voice came from the throne. “Just look at Consort Cheng—she’s so anxious, she might as well leap over here herself.”

A ripple of soft laughter spread through the hall. Slowly raising my head, I saw Nongmo bow slightly toward the throne. “Forgive me, Sister. It’s just that this niece and I share a deep bond.” She turned her head, gazing at me with emotion. “She grew up by my side, eating and sleeping together. Later, when I entered the palace to serve His Majesty, this child remained in the countryside due to her frail health. It’s been nearly ten years since we last met.”

Watching her, my brows twitched faintly. Taking two steps forward, I called out softly, “Nong…” Pausing, I corrected myself, “Auntie.”

The Empress’s slender brows arched high, and her lips curved faintly upward. “Good child, come closer. Let your auntie take a good look at you.”

In three quick strides, I collapsed into her arms. The sweet fragrance of ruixiang filled my nose, transporting me back to childhood—a warm and comforting embrace. Gently cupping my cheeks, Nongmo’s brows carried a hint of worry as she asked softly, “Is your illness better now, Qingqing?”

“Mm, yes, it’s better.”

Her brows relaxed, and her bright eyes shone brilliantly. “Good, good.”

“Someone, bring a seat.” The Empress’s eyes curved slightly, her gaze deep and probing. “Consort Cheng, has this child been betrothed yet?”

At these words, Nongmo paused briefly before replying with a light smile, “To answer Sister, Qingqing is still unattached.”

The Empress lazily raised her right hand, the hollow enamel fingernail guards flashing coldly. “Good child, come closer so this palace can take a look at you.”

Feeling a gentle pinch on the back of my hand, I glanced at Nongmo and smiled faintly. Slowly walking to the Empress, I performed a shallow curtsy. “Han Yue Xia greets Her Majesty the Empress.”

“Mm, raise your head.”

Complying, I met her deep brown eyes, which held a mix of aloofness and probing intensity. Calmly meeting her gaze, my heart remained unruffled. After a while, her expression softened suddenly, her gaze turning gentle. “Han Yue Xia.”

Lowering my eyes, I replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“How old are you?” She leaned back against her seat, glancing indifferently.

For some reason, I couldn’t muster any fondness for her, and my body instinctively wanted to retreat. “I’ll be sixteen next month.”

“Sixteen?” She pondered for a moment. “Born in the seventh year of Tianzhong?”

Tianzhong was the era name of King Ling Zhun of Qing. Calculating quickly, I nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh?” Consort Hua, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. Smiling gently at the Empress, she said, “The Celestial Official once divined for Huiran, predicting that his empress would be a girl born in the eighth month of the seventh year of Tianzhong.”

Surprised, I looked at the gentle and amiable Consort Hua, who completely ignored the Empress’s glare, her gaze fixed directly on me. “Perhaps this is fate, wouldn’t you agree, Consort Cheng?”

The hall fell silent. Nongmo nodded slightly, chuckling softly. “Fate is such a mysterious thing—how could this humble servant possibly fathom it?”

“That’s true,” Consort Hua interjected, her smile still warm. “But I must say, I quite like this child. What do you think, Princess Yong?” Turning her head, she looked to her left.

A pregnant beauty, slightly plump and supported by palace maids, slowly rose to her feet and gazed at me tenderly. “Mother Consort has excellent taste. This daughter-in-law likes this younger sister very much as well.”

My eyes widened slightly, staring at her in surprise: younger sister? I don’t think we’ve even met...

A cold snort came from the throne. The Empress raised her delicate brows and slowly approached, her sharp nail guards gripping my wrist tightly—it hurt. “It’s about time. Let us proceed to Liufang Terrace. Miss Han, assist me.”

“Yes,” I replied dully. This kind of conversation, this subtle power struggle—it stirred up the darkest memories buried deep within me. Lowering my head, I lost all interest in admiring the scenery along the way.

“Auntie, it’s unusually lively today. When we passed by the palace gates, we saw the Spring Official and the Minister of Rites bustling about.” My sister-in-law walked behind, chatting idly with Nongmo. “I wonder who this important figure is that has the ceremonial officials so flustered.”

“Oh?” Nongmo asked, surprised. “Isn’t this year’s Thousand Wonders Feast personally organized by Her Majesty? Why is the Spring Official’s Office involved?”

The Empress slowed her steps, glancing back with a faint, lingering gaze. “Yesterday, Duke Ding suddenly arrived in Yundu. The Ministry of Rites is busy handling his reception.”

“Duke Ding?” Consort Hua’s voice rose slightly. “The Marquis of Mianzhou, Duke Ding? Since the previous Duke Ding passed away, this is his first audience with His Majesty, isn’t it?”

“Mm, the first indeed.” A flicker of shrewdness crossed the Empress’s eyes. “This Duke Ding is the grandson of the former Duke He Shu. He Ding had only one daughter, who died young, leaving behind a single son. With no other choice, He Shu entrusted Mianzhou to this sole grandson. However, this individual is quite mysterious—he has never made an appearance for eight years. Now, like a sudden emergence, he has come to Yundu. What could his intentions be? What political purpose drives him?”

Duke Ding... My gaze drifted far, and I fell into deep thought. The Annals of the Warring States records: Mianzhou alone controls a quarter of the world’s salt and iron resources.

Mianzhou lies at the intersection of Jing, Qing, and Yi, its area roughly four times that of Lianzhou. After the fall of the Zhen dynasty, it became an independent political region. Due to its critical geographical position and abundant resources, Mianzhou has become a key player in the diplomatic maneuvers among the three kingdoms. Consequently, the Marquis of Mianzhou holds titles from each kingdom: Duke Ping in Jing, Duke Ding in Qing, and Duke Zhong in Yi. Yet, the illustrious He family seems cursed by fate, their lineage sparse. By the time of He Shu, they were already several generations of single heirs. He Shu himself had only one daughter, and in desperation, entrusted the family’s legacy of Mianzhou to an outsider. What’s more peculiar is that He Shu’s son-in-law managed to withstand pressure and avoid becoming a son-in-law by adoption—a feat in itself. Add to that the fact that the new Duke Ding has remained faceless for eight years, sparking both curiosity and unease among the three kingdoms. Now, without any warning, this enigmatic Duke Ding has suddenly appeared in Yundu. His plans and political motives are intriguing, to say the least.

“Hehe“ “Don’t run, don’t run.”

Before even entering the embroidered curtains of Liufang Terrace, we heard a chorus of cheerful chatter. Upon ascending the high platform, I saw the shimmering lake below. Under the autumn sun, the water and sky blended into a cool, serene expanse. Clouds drifted across the heavens, mirroring the flowing waters below. Between the clouds and water lay a realm of clarity. A warm breeze swept through, rippling the surface of the lake. The autumn mountains kissed the water gently, leaving an unspoken poem in my heart.

“Ouch!” A young woman in a finely woven gauze dress collided with me. She frowned, raising her head, and after a fleeting glance, her eyes widened in shock. She then dropped to the ground. “Your humble servant Liu Huane pays respects to Her Majesty the Empress and esteemed consorts.”

The Empress’s eyes turned frosty, her tone icy. “Liu Huane? Whose daughter are you? How dare you behave so improperly!”

The girl on the ground whimpered in response. “Forgive me, Your Majesty.”

“Your Grace.” A sweet, soft voice called out. Turning, I saw Rong Ruoshui approaching gracefully in a rouge-colored gauze dress, like spring breezes brushing past. “Your humble servant Rong Ruoshui greets Her Majesty the Empress and esteemed consorts.”

“Mm, Ruo’er.” The Empress’s eyes softened, her expression easing. “Come closer, let Aunt see you well.”

The tight grip on my wrist vanished instantly. Without a trace, I subtly retreated to Nongmo’s side, exhaling softly. Nongmo turned her face toward me, smiling tenderly. She squeezed my hand and leaned close to whisper, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

This was so like her. Smiling faintly, I nodded. Glancing aside, I saw the daughters of various noble families hurrying over, bowing in unison.

“Rise, all of you.” The Empress spoke lazily, her tone drawn out. “Who was it that thought it appropriate to frolic within the palace grounds?”

The women who had just stood up abruptly knelt again, some trembling with fear.

“Auntie.” Rong Ruoshui slowly knelt down. “It was entirely my fault, Your Grace. In a moment of excitement, I encouraged my sisters to play. Please punish me instead.” The kneeling ladies looked at Rong Ruoshui in astonishment, gratitude flickering in their eyes.

A flash of understanding crossed the Empress’s eyes, and she chuckled lightly. “Enough, rise. Let this be the last time.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Your Grace.”

Rong Ruoshui helped Liu Huane, who had been kneeling for a long time, to rise. When she saw me, her lotus-like face broke into a warm smile. “Younger Sister Han.”

I gave a slight curtsy. “Elder Sister Rong.”

“Oh, you two know each other?” The Empress smiled warmly at us.

“Yes, Auntie.” Rong Ruoshui took my hand, her smile bright. “Younger Sister Han and I met at Lady Yuanwan’s poetry gathering.”

“Good, truly a pair of fine young ladies.” The Empress glanced sidelong at Consort Hua, her lips curling faintly upward. “Ruo’er, your younger sister Han is visiting the palace for the first time. Auntie has a task for you—take her around, show her the palace, and help her get familiar with the surroundings.”

“Yes, Ruo’er accepts the task.”

Reluctantly parting from my sister-in-law and Nongmo, I followed Rong Ruoshui as she walked gracefully ahead. In the distance, green trees swayed, their branches concealing glimpses of pavilions. Rong Ruoshui pointed to a red wall ahead of Liufang Terrace, her voice sweet. “That is the most beautiful palace in the Qing Palace—the Bai’e Hall. Every year at this time, the gardenias there bloom exceptionally beautifully. Why don’t we take a stroll there?”

Nodding, I replied, “Then I’ll trouble Elder Sister Rong.”

She lightly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her crimson lips parting delicately. “What are your hobbies, Younger Sister?”

Glancing at her, I answered, “I am rather lazy by nature. My greatest pleasure is lying on a bamboo lounge, reading books.”

“Oh?” She smiled warmly, her chin tilting slightly. “We’re somewhat alike. Have you read The Book of Women ?”

The Book of Women was a text promoting outdated virtues like the “three obediences and four virtues.” Did she really spend her days reading such things? Pausing briefly, I finally responded, “I am not well-versed, but no, I haven’t read it.”

“Not?” Surprise flickered in Rong Ruoshui’s eyes, quickly masked by calm. “Then shall I gift you a copy?”

Gift The Book of Women ? Such a gesture was typically reserved for elders instructing juniors or among co-wives of the same husband. How could such a refined and knowledgeable woman make such a breach of etiquette? I stared directly at her. Rong Ruoshui smiled back, then suddenly announced, “Ah, we’ve arrived—the Bai’e Hall.”

No wonder it was considered the most beautiful place in the palace. Green tiles and red walls rose majestically, towers piercing the blue hills, and pavilions extending into the lake. The hall was filled with gardenia flowers, their leaves emerald and glossy, their blossoms pristine and fragrant. Within the waterside pavilion, a tall, slender figure stood faintly visible. As we approached, I heard Rong Ruoshui call softly, “Cousin.”

He turned slowly, bathed in the radiant sunlight. Crowned in gold, his face as flawless as jade, his features painted with elegance, and his smile warm. “Ruo’er.”

“Younger Sister Han,” Rong Ruoshui pulled me forward, “this is my cousin, the Seventh Prince Ling Cheran.”

I glanced at him briefly, bowing respectfully. “Your humble servant Han Yue Xia greets the Seventh Prince.”

“Cousin, this is the younger sister of General Han Yuesha, the renowned beauty of Yundu.”

Ling Cheran nodded, his handsome eyes glowing. “Miss Han.”

Rong Ruoshui affectionately pulled me closer to the Seventh Prince. “An unexpected meeting is better than a planned one, Cousin. Why don’t the three of us tour together?”

“Very well.” Ling Cheran smiled at me. “What does Miss Han think?”

Calmly observing the two of them, I spoke softly. “Then I’ll trouble the Seventh Prince.”

What began as a scenic stroll for two became a trio. Listening to the cousins exchange words, topics ranging from闺阁趣事 (gossip and leisure activities of noblewomen) to discussions of nobility and politics, I remained silent.

“When Father went boating on Lake Ruiyang, he wouldn’t let me join him,” Rong Ruoshui pouted prettily. “I’ve long heard of Lake Meng’s waters—green as indigo, where fish do not leap and seagulls do not come. It’s a pity I haven’t seen it. Younger Sister Han grew up by Lake Meng; how enviable. I’ve heard the women of Lianzhou are skilled in poetry. Surely Sister must also possess literary talent. Why don’t we compose verses together?”

I shook my head gently. “Those are exaggerated praises. I’ve lived a secluded life; I know nothing of literary pursuits.”

“Sigh~ Younger Sister is too modest.” Rong Ruoshui took my hand, smiling brightly. “Just a few lines of poetry—surely Sister won’t deny me this favor.”

Frowning slightly, I gave a barely perceptible nod.

“Then allow me to begin.” Ling Cheran straightened his chest, gazing across the lake. “Jiangzuo’s strategic stronghold commands one province.”

His words brimmed with unbridled ambition, his gentle eyes flashing with unmistakable confidence.

Rong Ruoshui’s beautiful eyes softened as she stepped beside him. “The tides rise and fall; together we ascend the western tower.” Finishing her line, she extended her right hand toward me, inviting. “Sister, it’s your turn.”

The two used poetry to express their aspirations, waiting for my reply. After a moment of contemplation, I spoke softly, “Leisurely watching falling petals, laughing as the wind carries my boat—let the rivers and lakes drift as they will.”

The Seventh Prince turned his head, studying me intently. “In the evening, when the winds rage and the waves roar, with golden spears and iron horses, we’ll capture the divine Kun in one decisive battle.”

Such lofty ambitions—they stirred a quiet admiration within me. Then Rong Ruoshui’s sweet voice shifted, gaining a hint of boldness. “Together we’ll ascend to the nine heavens, hand in hand, journeying together.”

Feeling their expectant gazes, I smiled faintly, facing the lake breeze. “At great heights, the cold becomes unbearable; beyond the perilous railing, mournful waves stretch endlessly. Far away, by the Chijiang River, fishermen sing under the moonlight—what elegance. But now, with youth turned to white hair, why not simply leave and let go?”

A gentle breeze passed, stirring no sound but rippling the tranquil waters. Ling Cheran stared deeply into my eyes, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing my heart, as if trying to tear open my chest to uncover something hidden. Rong Ruoshui’s smile faded, her earlier gentleness now seeming like nothing more than a facade.

Without a trace of fear, anger, or annoyance, I gazed at them with calm indifference. A pair of swans—why drag me, a mere sparrow, into their flight? It would be better to part ways early and seek our own freedoms.

After a moment, the Seventh Prince’s handsome face brightened as he casually plucked a gardenia flower and gently extended it toward me. “Good flowers don’t bloom forever; don’t miss the chance to cherish them.”

I nodded slightly, accepting it. “Thank you, Your Highness. However, some flowers are most beautiful precisely at the moment they fall.”

Ling Cheran’s eyes narrowed faintly, and he chuckled softly. “This prince has urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first, Cousin.” He glanced at Rong Ruoshui. “Keep Miss Han company, and don’t let her lose her way.”

“Yes, Cousin,” she replied.

I bowed respectfully, bidding farewell to the Seventh Prince. Following Rong Ruoshui, I wandered through the sea of flowers. The tranquil fragrance filled my senses, bringing a sense of peace.

“Miss Han,” Rong Ruoshui’s voice, no longer sweet and soft as before, carried a hint of solemnity.

“Hmm?”

She turned to face me directly, her expression serious. “Words like ‘drifting on rivers and lakes’—please refrain from speaking them again in the future. You and I were born into noble families; such notions are nothing more than wild fantasies.” She stepped closer, her demeanor resembling that of the Queen of Qing. “Among those worthy of our birthright, there are only a handful in the court. Younger Sister, do not isolate yourself and miss your prime.” She plucked a gardenia flower and tucked it into my hair. “From the moment I met you at the poetry gathering, I felt fondness for you.” Taking my hand, her smile returned. “From the bottom of my heart, I wish for us to become close sisters.”

I froze, turning my head to gaze at the lake. In the distance, a small red boat approached. Rong Ruoshui led me to the shore, waving at the boat. The crimson vessel slowly came to a stop, and she stepped aboard with the help of the boatwoman. “Younger Sister, come aboard quickly,” she extended her delicate hand toward me. After a moment of hesitation, I took two steps back. “Among the flowers of July, I’m particularly fond of gardenias. After I’ve had my fill of enjoyment, I’ll return.” With that, I nudged the raised edge of the boat, sending it gliding toward the center of the lake. Rong Ruoshui watched me in astonishment as the distance between us grew. A gentle breeze swept past, carrying the gardenia from my hair spiraling toward the emerald waters. Opening my palm, the flower in my hand fluttered away on the wind, leaving behind only a faint lingering fragrance.

Turning around, I strolled leisurely into the grove of flowers. It was as if I had shed two heavy burdens, feeling light and free. Along the path, I walked and paused intermittently.

“You mustn’t entertain such foolish thoughts!” A sudden roar startled me, and I quickly hid behind a tree. Peering out, I saw a man in a python-patterned robe pinning a woman’s hands down, leaning over her with an angry expression. Upon closer inspection, the woman being restrained was none other than the cold and ethereal Dong Huiru. Holding my breath, I concealed myself among the dense foliage, inwardly cursing: why did I always stumble upon such scenes?

“Dong Huiru, I have long admired you, yet you treat me with indifference,” the man growled, his round eyes fierce. “I know you and those noblewomen look down on me. Your eyes only see my third and seventh brothers because they are the most likely to ascend the throne!”

Dong Huiru glared with her clear, cold almond-shaped eyes, her expression stubborn. “Twelfth Prince, please release me.”

“Release you?” the man snapped, his tone growing frantic. “So you can throw yourself into the arms of my third and seventh brothers?” Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers, causing the cold beauty to struggle fiercely.

Unable to bear watching any longer, I picked up two pebbles, ready to hurl them. Just then, I sensed movement behind me. Before I could turn, a lean but powerful arm wrapped tightly around me, followed by a low, melodic chuckle. “Hehehe~ So impatient as always.” Furious, I stomped backward, eliciting a sharp hiss, but the grip around my waist only tightened.

“Let go!” I whispered sharply.

“No~” The rogue laughed annoyingly.

“If you don’t let go, I’ll use force!”

“Hehe~” His warm breath brushed against my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. “Don’t be rash—I’ll let go.” Slowly, ever so slowly, the arm loosened, its fingertips grazing lightly along my side, causing a fleeting ticklish sensation. Sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows that made him appear even more devilishly handsome. I glared at him fiercely, raising my hand to fling the pebble. Yunzhi swiftly pressed my hand down, murmuring, “Qingqing, don’t rush. Hear them out before acting.”

“Ahh!” The Twelfth Prince grunted, wiping his bleeding lip. “You!” His eyes widened furiously, and he raised his hand to strike. Dong Huiru closed her eyes, bracing herself, but after a long pause, the blow never came. “Hmph!” The Twelfth Prince angrily shook his hand and gently caressed the cold beauty’s cheek. “Why are you so stubborn? Do you know that your father has already lost influence in the court, overshadowed entirely by that old fox Rong Kexun? Even though you’re known as one of the two beauties of Yundu, you’ll never ascend to become a phoenix.” He tilted Dong Huiru’s chin, speaking gently. “My third brother already has a concubine from a powerful family in the northwest. And my seventh brother has already sent betrothal gifts to the old fox Rong. He’ll marry Rong Ruoshui by year’s end. Moreover, everyone in the court knows that among the three councils, the Upper Council remains neutral. But in truth, the real power lies with Han Yuesha. Ever since he brought his sister to Yundu, the court has been buzzing. It’s rumored that my third brother has kept the position of principal consort vacant solely to win over General Han, who commands two hundred thousand elite troops. And Rong, the Right Chancellor, has openly stated that he wouldn’t mind his daughter sharing the title of principal consort.”

Hearing this, I was momentarily stunned. Turning my head, I saw Yunzhi leaning against a tree, smiling warmly, his lips slightly curved.

“Huiru,” the Twelfth Prince softened his tone. “Though I may not compare to my two elder brothers, my feelings for you are genuine. If you agree, I’ll propose to your father tomorrow. What do you say—isn’t that wonderful?”

“Your Highness,” Dong Huiru shot him a sharp glance. “Your words just now insult both me and yourself. What phoenix? What consort? To me, Dong Huiru, those are all vulgar notions.” She twisted her wrists, attempting to break free. “Even if it were the Third or Seventh Prince proposing, I, Dong Huiru, wouldn’t spare them a second glance.”

“You!” The Twelfth Prince’s eyes bulged with rage.

“If you push me too far,” she glared, her almond eyes blazing, “I’ll cut off my hair and become a nun!”

“Fine! Fine!” Ling Moran trembled with fury, flipping over and pinning Dong Huiru beneath him. “Become a nun? I’ll take you tonight and see how you can become a nun!”

“Let go!” Dong Huiru struggled desperately. Seeing the situation escalate, I swiftly flicked my wrist. Two gray streaks flew past, and the Twelfth Prince collapsed limply. Dong Huiru scrambled out from under him, trembling as she placed her fingers beneath his nose. Her tense expression eased slightly, and she exhaled deeply. Then, looking around fearfully, she took a few steps back. Glancing at the unconscious Twelfth Prince on the ground, she furrowed her brows, clenched her teeth, and hurried out of the woods.

Once her figure disappeared in the distance, I slowly emerged from the thicket. Casting a glance at the sturdy Ling Moran, I then looked up at Yunzhi, who was grinning broadly. “What are you doing here?”

He stepped over Ling Moran’s body, lowering his gaze, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “And what brings you here, Qingqing?”

I shot him a glance and turned to walk ahead. “Miss Rong brought me here.”

“Oh~” Yunzhi drawled, his tone teasing. “No wonder my seventh brother spent the entire afternoon at Bai’e Hall—it seems he was here for matchmaking.”

I stopped, looking at him. “And you? Are you here to spy?”

Yunzhi suddenly sobered, his slender fingers brushing against a low gardenia bush. “This place was originally my mother’s palace. Gardenias were her favorite.”

A faint melancholy shadowed his exquisite face, an expression that tugged at the heartstrings. My gaze softened, and I spoke gently, “Your mother must have been an elegant beauty.”

“Oh?” Yunzhi tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “How do you know?”

Plucking a gardenia, I placed it in his palm:

“Under skies swept clean by balmy winds ten miles wide,

Gardenias adorn her hair, tilting her coiffure aside.

Her tender heart half-disclosed hints at autumn’s sighs,

Green clouds cascade, surpassing even floral graces high.” 

Yunzhi’s enchanting eyes sparkled brightly, his fingers curling tightly around the delicate flower. His gaze shimmered, intoxicating yet dreamlike. Walking beside me, he reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from my shoulder, startling me into jumping back.

“Hehehe“

A flush of heat surged to my cheeks, burning hot. My mind felt like a pot of boiling paste, and instinctively, I employed my lightness kung fu, leaping gracefully among falling petals and leaves. “Qingqing!” Yunzhi’s voice rose sharply. “Come down! This is the palace!” Halting my ascent, I perched on a tall poplar tree, shaking my head urgently.

“If you won’t come down, then~” He shifted his gaze mischievously, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I’ll come up.”

Startled, I glanced around. Nearby, palace maids and eunuchs hurried past, and occasionally, a red boat drifted lazily across the tranquil lake. Though picturesque, the scene was far too conspicuous. Reluctantly releasing my grip, I slid down swiftly. Yunzhi watched me with a satisfied glint in his eyes.

Maintaining a distance of several feet, we walked slowly—one ahead, one behind. As we neared the edge of the woods, I muttered under my breath, “Should you leave first, or should I?”

He turned, his gaze flickering. “Let’s leave together.”

“Huh?” I looked at him, puzzled. “Aren’t you supposed to keep a low profile? Being seen with me might arouse suspicion.”

He sauntered leisurely, his steps imbued with amusement as he drew closer. “Qingqing, you’re quite the prized target these days“ His laughter was infuriating. “If I didn’t covet such a prize, it would instead raise eyebrows. So~” He teasingly reached out, startling me into jumping back twice. Pleased with my reaction, Yunzhi laughed uncontrollably. I glared at him fiercely, and after a while, he finally calmed down, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s leave together, Qingqing.”

We moved gracefully forward. Along the way, he would pause or turn back, seemingly intent on unsettling me. Clenching my teeth and catching my breath, I finally managed to follow him into Liufang Terrace. There, on the eastern platform, numerous men in resplendent robes leaned against the railings, gazing across. On the western platform, just a few paces away, a group of beauties coyly hid behind their fans, their bashfulness evident.

Separating from Yunzhi, I slowly ascended to the ten-meter-high platform. Suddenly, a loud announcement rang out: “His Majesty has arrived!” The men and women on both the eastern and western platforms simultaneously bowed. “Long live our King.”

“Rise,” came a deep, resonant voice. Slowly, the women rose to their feet. In the distance, on the eastern platform, stood a thin, gray-haired man with piercing eyes and a stern expression. With a flick of his sleeve, the King turned slightly and declared authoritatively, “Today’s Thousand Wonders Feast welcomes a distinguished guest.” He stepped aside, revealing a figure: “The Marquis of Mianzhou, Duke Ding.”

Upon closer inspection, I froze in place. He wore a silver robe edged with gold, his hair bound with a purple-gold crown. His elegant face remained calm, exuding both masculine beauty and an air of refinement. His sharp, phoenix-like eyes were as cold as a deep pool. For a moment, I forgot to breathe, staring at him blankly as one thought echoed in my mind: Xiuyuan.

“How young the Duke Ding is.” “What a handsome man.” Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“Sister,” my sister-in-law approached me, her voice trembling slightly. “Is the Divine Physician...?”

Furrowing my brows slightly, I stared at him intently. Xiuyuan’s cold gaze swept across the room, softening slightly when it landed on me. Ignoring the officials who approached to greet him, he strode confidently across the stone bridge between the eastern and western platforms, drawing gasps from the women as he stopped before me.

A trace of warmth flickered in his long, icy phoenix eyes. “Are you feeling better?” His words were brief as ever.

My cheeks flushed faintly as I lowered my head. “Mm, much better.”

“Let me check your pulse when we return.”

“Alright.”

“Duke Ding,” the Empress spoke softly.

I looked up to see Xiuyuan bowing indifferently toward her.

The Empress narrowed her eyes, glancing between him and me. “Duke Ding, do you know Miss Han?”

Xiuyuan fixed his gaze on me, uttering two words: “We know each other.” Without waiting for further questions, his tall, imposing figure brushed past me, heading directly for the eastern platform. I watched as he crossed the stone bridge, only to feel a burning stare upon me. Raising my head, I saw Yunzhi leaning against the railing, his devilishly handsome eyes filled with anger. Before I could scrutinize further, he narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze toward Xiuyuan, his stare like icicles piercing through the air.

“Empress,” the King’s tone was solemn as he leaned back in his seat, speaking gravely. “It is growing late. Let us begin the feast.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the Empress nodded slightly. Beside her, Dequan bowed deeply, raising his whisk and announcing melodiously, “May our King live forever, may Tianzhong prosper, may this Thousand Wonders Feast bring joy to all under heaven.”

Seated beside my sister-in-law, below Nongmo, I shared a row with Rong Ruoshui. I discreetly observed Dong Huiru, whose expression remained calm, betraying no hint of anxiety. Meanwhile, Shangguan Wuyan sat entranced, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the eastern platform. Following her line of sight, I saw Xiuyuan seated beside the King, his presence towering and dignified. Among the officials, my brother frowned deeply, his sharp eyes locked on him, lost in thought. Yunzhi glanced briefly at Xiuyuan, then raised his wine cup nonchalantly, though his knuckles turned white with tension.

The King reclined in his chair, his gaze sweeping slowly over the assembly. After a pause, he spoke languidly, “I heard the Empress prepared some entertainment. When will it begin?”

The Empress smiled softly, inclining her body slightly. “Your Majesty, the Thousand Wonders Festival is traditionally a time for lovers to bond and for maidens to pray for skillful hands. Tonight, why not let the young ladies showcase their talents to amuse Your Majesty, Duke Ding, and the ministers?”

The women lowered their heads, concealing their faces behind their sleeves, their shy glances occasionally darting toward the opposite platform.

The King nodded approvingly. “Interesting. Very well, let us follow the Empress’s suggestion. Young ladies, give it your all and display your skills.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the women chorused in unison.

“Dequan,” the Empress called softly.

“Yes,” he responded, clapping his hands. Palace maids brought out baskets while eunuchs placed lanterns on the tables of each noblewoman.

What was this? I raised an eyebrow curiously, peering inside the baskets to find a box of needles and threads along with several colorful cords.

The Empress chuckled, holding up the needles and thread. “The first round is Thousand Wonders Needle Threading. While His Majesty and the ministers sip wine, after three cups, we shall see which young lady has threaded the most needles.”

The King chuckled lightly. “Oh? Then I shall drink and wait.”

As the tall, thin eunuch beside him poured fragrant liquor into crystal goblets, the women began threading their needles. One hand held the red thread, the other the silver needle—what was there to compete about?

Shaking my head, I observed Shangguan Wuyan, visibly tense, her hands trembling slightly. Rong Ruoshui worked calmly and deftly, while Dong Huiru hesitated momentarily, as if sighing before she began.

“Qingqing,” Nongmo whispered urgently, bending low. “Do you not know how to do this?”

“Huh?” I looked at her in surprise, hearing my sister-in-law sigh resignedly beside me. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how—it’s just a display of skill to entertain others.”

Smiling faintly, I shook my head and removed most of the needles from the basket, twirling them onto the table with a flick of my wrist. Pinching the red thread delicately, I focused intently. Once I discerned the alignment of the needles, I guided the thread with my qi, and it shot forward in an instant. A flash of red light later, the needles were strung together. Tying the ends of the thread, I held it up to Nongmo: “Auntie, don’t worry. Aren’t they all threaded now?”

She and my sister-in-law stared at me, mouths slightly agape, utterly incredulous. Smiling faintly, I glanced around to see the Empress and Consort Hua looking astonished, while the other women remained oblivious.

“Three cups have been drunk,” came a loud announcement from across the way.

By now, night had quietly fallen. The landscape outside was shrouded in dimness, everything lying half-hidden in twilight. Under the tranquil silver moonlight, the stars flowed silently, and the moonlight was cool and serene. The lanterns cast warm, hazy light, resembling mist. A pair of phoenix eyes and a set of peach-blossom eyes pierced through the haze, locking onto me. I felt flustered, unsure how to respond, and lowered my head.

“Miss Fu, eight needles,” announced the eunuch loudly.

“Miss Shangguan, nine needles.” I glanced over to see Shangguan Wuyan smirking triumphantly. So nine needles were considered impressive—what a predicament. Clenching my fists, I sighed softly.

“Miss Rong, nine needles.” Rong Ruoshui remained composed, showing no sign of elation.

“Miss Liu...”

After circling through everyone, it was finally my turn. Dequan counted and recounted under the lantern light, double-checking his tally. Finally, he stammered, “Miss Han, sixteen needles.”

“Dequan?” The Empress’s voice carried a note of displeasure.

Dequan started, then shouted abruptly, “Miss Han, sixteen needles!” His voice boomed, and an eerie silence fell over both platforms. Lowering my head, I breathed in, exhaled, and repeated the process.

“So, the winner of this round is Miss Han,” the Empress said lightly, her tone ambiguous. “Someone, bring the reward.”

Slowly rising, I accepted a jade ring, bowing gracefully. “Thank you, Your Grace, for your generosity.” My gaze involuntarily drifted across to the opposite platform, where Xiuyuan’s elegant phoenix eyes flashed with amusement. Smiling awkwardly, I shifted my gaze, only to catch Yunzhi raising his eyebrows, his fingers lightly brushing his lips. Lowering my head as I sat back down, I resolved silently: I must not draw attention again.

The Empress took out the colorful cords. “Next, please weave fan tassels within the time it takes to brew a pot of tea. The gentlemen on the eastern platform will judge the best ones. Begin now.”

Holding two bundles of colored cords, I was genuinely stunned. In Lixing Valley, we spent our days honing our skills—when did we ever have time to dabble in such trivialities? Even mischievous senior sisters never bothered with knots. Staring blankly ahead, I gazed directly at my brother, pouting. He first widened his eyes in surprise, then covered his mouth, chuckling softly.

Holding the red cord in one hand and the purple in the other, my thoughts tangled together: this would be even more exaggerated than the previous challenge. Sneaking a glance at my sister-in-law and Nongmo, I saw them smiling confidently at the surroundings.

“Time’s up!”

The palace maids collected the woven tassels in baskets. When one approached me, she bowed slightly. “Miss Han.”

Taking a deep breath, I murmured softly, “None.”

“Huh?” The maid looked up in astonishment.

“What?” My sister-in-law and Nongmo exclaimed in unison.

The hall fell silent as all eyes turned to me. Shangguan Wuyan’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight, Rong Ruoshui looked shocked, and even Dong Huiru’s cold facade cracked slightly.

“Hmm,” the Empress cleared her throat. “What is the matter?”

The maid nervously retreated a few steps, her voice trembling. “Your Majesty, Miss Han… Miss Han…” Closing her eyes, she blurted out hastily, “Miss Han says she has none!”

The Empress’s delicate brows twitched slightly. After a moment, she turned to me, forcing a smile. “Miss Han, what is this about?”

The toasts on the eastern platform ceased abruptly as countless pairs of eyes bore into me. Steeling myself, I stood up sharply and declared clearly, “To answer Your Majesty, I do not know how to weave tassels.” With that, I calmly surveyed the room.

From the western platform, faint laughter rippled through the air. Ignoring it, I remained calm: if I didn’t know how, there was no point in hiding it.

Calmly gazing across, I saw the King of Qing scrutinizing me with narrowed eyes. Lowering my head slightly, I stole a glance at Xiuyuan. His dark eyes watched me quietly, knowingly, and a fleeting trace of tender warmth graced his elegant, peerless face. My lips curled faintly upward as I slowly sat back down.

“Alright,” the Empress cleared her throat. “That’s all—take them away.”

“Sister,” my sister-in-law whispered under the table, gripping my hand. “It’s all my fault for not noticing sooner.”

“Sister-in-law.” I smiled softly at her. “Even if you had noticed, what could I have done? Should I have fabricated an excuse?” Leaning against her, I murmured softly, “Such things—I cannot do them.” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Yunzhi holding a wine cup, his gaze hazy, his lips curling enticingly. He looked at me, his smile dripping with seductive charm. Wrinkling my nose slightly, I turned my head away. Suddenly, my gaze was captured by another figure. My body stiffened, alertness surging through me. Above Yunzhi, a man with thick brows stared at me intently, his hawk-like eyes burning with a beastly intensity that filled me with unease. After a moment, his gaze shifted toward my left. Turning my head, I saw Consort Hua lazily blink before nodding subtly to him.

So, this must be the Third Prince, Ling Huiran—a formidable character indeed.

“Empress,” an eunuch from the eastern platform bowed deeply. “After careful deliberation by His Majesty and the ministers, this fan tassel has been deemed the most exquisite and unique.”

“Bring it here for me to see,” the Empress commanded.

“Yes.” A pale-faced eunuch held up a red fan tassel, crossing the stone bridge and approaching slowly.

“This?” The Empress took it, examining it closely. “Whose is it?”

“Auntie,” Rong Ruoshui lowered her head demurely, blushing. “It’s mine.”

“Oh!” The Empress nodded approvingly, delighted. “Good, good! Someone, bring the reward!”

By the time the needlework competition concluded, a crescent moon had risen above the willow branches. On the western platform, beautiful women conversed softly, their voices sweet and melodious. On the eastern platform, generals and nobles exchanged toasts, their laughter mingling with the clinking of cups. After three rounds of drinks, the King of Qing chuckled, “Duke Ding has always kept to himself, rarely leaving Mianzhou. What brings you suddenly to Yundu?”

The chatter quieted, and all eyes turned curiously toward Xiuyuan. His calm gaze pierced through the night, meeting mine directly as his steady voice rang out: “A marriage proposal.”

Those two words struck like thunder, plunging the hall into silence. Wide-eyed, I furrowed my brows slightly, staring at him in disbelief. Xiuyuan’s expression softened, his phoenix eyes flickering faintly. And so, we gazed at each other, unmoving... until—

“Hahaha~” The King of Qing burst into hearty laughter, clapping his hands. “The women of our Qing Kingdom are renowned across nations for their virtue and charm. Duke Ding truly has excellent taste. May I ask which young lady—or ladies—you have set your sights on?”

Xiuyuan spoke calmly, his voice carrying a quiet resolve: “The younger sister of General Han—Han Yue Xia.” A faint tremor ran through my chest as his words gently stirred the tender depths of my heart.

The atmosphere grew heavy with silence. The King’s laughter faded into the night like a kite losing its string. As I counted my heartbeats, feeling the flow of blood in my veins, the King’s authoritative voice broke through:

“However, Miss Han is currently in mourning.”

“Huh?” I glanced at the throne in surprise. The King’s sharp gaze locked onto my brother below. “Wasn’t it just the other day that your beloved uncle passed away, General Han? Miss Han was raised under his care for many years. As his adoptive daughter, she must observe a year of mourning. General Han, am I correct?”

My brother’s face tightened as he bowed respectfully. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Just like that, I had gained an uncle who had ascended to the heavens. What game was the King of Qing playing?

“Nevertheless,” the King smiled, glancing at Xiuyuan before gesturing to the western platform. “There are no shortage of beauties over there, each clever and from distinguished families. If you’ve taken a liking to any of them, Duke Ding, feel free to speak up. I shall personally arrange the match for you.”

Xiuyuan’s deep, fathomless phoenix eyes remained unruffled as he gazed steadily ahead. “Only her.”

My heart fluttered—a mix of sweetness, gratitude, and apprehension. The gazes directed at me were filled with envy, jealousy, confusion, and shock.

“One year.” Xiuyuan lifted his wine cup, his calm voice laced with unwavering determination. “I will wait.”

The night scenery grew dim.

As if from another world.