At the crow of the rooster, the night was still deep, and a few stars still clung to the branches.

Pushing aside my pillow, I awoke groggily, allowing Nurse Zhang to fuss over me.

“Miss, raise your arms.”

I yawned and complied.

“Miss, please sit. I will comb your hair now.”

Without a word, I immediately bent my knees. Sitting was indeed more comfortable. The gentle tugging at my scalp lulled me back toward sleep...

Half-asleep, I felt a light push and stirred with resentment. Rising at three in the morning for court was truly an inhumane punishment!

“Nurse,” I murmured, eyes still closed, my voice hoarse. “Mmm... I can't open my eyes. Help me walk.”

A faint laugh reached my ears, and an arm encircled my waist. My head drooped, my senses still numb, my mind foggy as I leaned on the person beside me and shuffled forward.

“Ee...” As the door creaked open, a gust of cold wind hit my face, making me shiver. I instinctively leaned closer to the warmth beside me.

“Lift your foot.” Warm breath brushed against my neck.

I raised my right foot, about to step over the threshold when an alarm suddenly rang in my mind. My eyes snapped open.

“You!” I turned my head sharply to the right. In the dimness, someone’s smile stood out glaringly, igniting a spark of anger in my heart. “When did you get here?!”

“I’ve been here for a while,” he replied smoothly, his thick lashes casting shadows over his eyelids.

Shrugging off his support, I glared at Nurse Zhang, who was stifling laughter, silently berating myself for my carelessness. In this mansion, I was like a lone commander. The servants attending to me were sent by Yunzhi—Nurse Zhang, his wet nurse, and Zhu Que, one of his trusted men. I should never have let my guard down.

Sighing deeply, I gazed through the misty haze toward the eastern wall. The crescent-shaped gate stood slightly ajar, leading directly to Ning Marquis’s residence. Not only was there just a single wall separating us, but they had even boldly opened a door.

How infuriating. Grinding my teeth, I vowed that one day I would block this eyesore of an entrance!

...

Inside the warm carriage, a low table was set horizontally. I held a delicate white porcelain bowl, glaring angrily at the person seated across from me. He still wore that irritating smile, his beautifully shaped peach-blossom eyes gleaming with mockery as his crimson tongue licked the corner of his lips. “Another bowl,” he commanded Six Yao without taking his eyes off me.

I speared a piece of dried fish and shoveled it into my mouth with rice. How infuriating—he had such a good appetite!

“Master,” Zhu Que began nagging again from the side. “Master!”

I bit down on my chopsticks and glanced at him sideways.

“Please, Master, practice diligently and stop being lazy!” He angrily bit into a steamed bun. “Smile!”

After swallowing my food, I curved my lips into a grin.

His hands trembled as he tore the bun apart. “No, no! It needs to be faker!”

Fake? I vaguely understood, twitching my lips and raising my eyebrows.

“Clang...” Six Yao's porcelain bowl fell to the floor, wobbling and spilling rice everywhere.

Zhu Que’s tightly fitted mask quivered uncontrollably. Clenching his teeth, his voice trembled with frustration: “Your Highness!” He grabbed his head in exasperation. “I give up! I give up! After four days of teaching, all I get is this fox spirit. How can anyone be so stubborn?”

Yunzhi accepted the freshly served rice from Six Yao with an impassive expression, casting a cool, piercing glance at me. “Ever since returning from Mianzhou, Qingqing’s smile has changed, hmm~”

Chewing slowed as memories of recent sweet dreams filled my mind. I giggled softly while biting my jade chopsticks. Today marked the start of the twelfth lunar month, and Xiu Yuan would soon arrive. How wonderful. Thinking of this, my appetite surged, and I aimed my chopsticks at the last piece of dried fish. But before I could touch it, a white shadow flashed, and the plate was empty. I narrowed my eyes, slowly raising my gaze to meet the culprit. Yunzhi provocatively arched his brow, his ink-black pupils heavy with tension.

“Hmph,” he stared deeply, his handsome face frosted with cold disdain. “Very good, hmm~”

Blinking, I realized how much lighter I’d felt since confessing my feelings with Xiu Yuan. The weight on my heart had gradually lifted. “Yes, very good!” I nodded emphatically, breaking into a sweet smile.

“...” Zhu Que looked at me in despair, gritting his teeth, his lips trembling uncontrollably. “Rotten wood cannot be carved!” he roared, turning away to eat, radiating waves of resentment.

I shrugged helplessly and moved my chopsticks toward the next target. Hmm? Gone again?

The next, and the next—all snatched away by someone else.

I glared at him fiercely, while he wore a dark expression.

Hmph. Smirking coldly, I feigned an attack with my chopsticks, then swiftly switched to another dish at the last moment. He smirked mockingly, shamelessly scooping up my final target and dumping it all into his own porcelain bowl.

Clenching my fists until my knuckles cracked, I growled, “You...” Applying pressure, I snapped my jade chopsticks. “Can you even finish all that?”

“Of course~” Yunzhi smirked wickedly. “I won’t finish it!”

“You!” I slammed my bowl down, utterly frustrated.

“Finish eating,” came the simple command from across the table. Just as I was about to explode, I met his mesmerizing, enigmatic gaze.

“Because,” his eyes gleamed sharply, his voice dripping with hidden meaning, “today will be very long~”

...

“Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!”

The heavy drum signaled the fifth watch. The Fengtian Gate slowly opened, and officials filed into the court.

“Minister Feng!” He Meng strode past the crowd, bowing deeply with a booming voice. “Master, good morning!”

“Loujing, good morning,” I replied softly, walking alongside He Meng through the second gate.

Looking ahead, a dense fog enveloped the distant horizon, shrouding the phoenix terraces and dragon pavilions in mystery. Yunzhi walked alone ahead, neither surrounded by attendants like the third prince nor flanked by ministers like the seventh prince. That red figure drifted apart from the others, striding forward without engaging with the commoner officials from the Imperial Academy. Yet, far from appearing lonely, he exuded absolute confidence.

“Tsk, still alive, eh?” Mocking jeers echoed from ahead.

“Truly a commoner—they can endure the cold!”

The thick white mist swirled like liquid on the square before the palace, the surroundings heavy with sneers. My heart tightened as I focused my gaze. Outside the empty Qingqiong Hall, a solitary figure knelt upright, thin as bamboo, resembling a needle piercing the vast heavens.

“Editor Xie...” Beside me, the “rabbit” brother began choking up. He rushed forward, bending to help the man on the ground, only to be gently pushed away.

“Don’t touch me.” The man on the ground spoke weakly, coldly glancing at He Meng, his eyes brimming with undisguised disgust.

“Zi... Yun...” He Meng’s towering frame stiffened. “Why must you...”

Xie Lin, styled Zi Yun, an eighth-rank editor of the Imperial Academy, hailed from generations of commoners. Memories of that day in the brothel flashed through my mind. Since the suppression of the nanmu case, Xie Lin’s father had died of a broken heart. Three days ago, during the morning court session, Xie Lin suddenly knelt outside the hall, demanding justice for his family. King Qing had ignored him, letting him persist. Today was the fourth day—it was likely his limit.

“Dogs of the nobility—I disdain associating with them!” Xie Lin’s pale lips spat sharp words, wounding He Meng, who shook his head and retreated.

I watched coldly. Was risking his life merely to demand justice worth it? Foolish! Did he not know that enduring hardship and strategizing was the better path?

I pulled the stunned He Meng: “Let’s go inside.”

The interior of the hall was still somewhat chilly. Officials gathered in small groups, holding their tablets and covering their sleeves, their gazes inevitably drawn to Xie Lin outside.

“Loujing.” I glanced at the grief-stricken He Meng beside me and spoke softly. “You know Editor Xie?”

He lowered his eyes, replying weakly: “Yes, this humble servant and Zi Yun were classmates.” His sorrowful gaze turned to the figure outside. “I was dull-witted in the academy, often scolded by our teacher, while Zi Yun was brilliant, always ranking first. Yet he never looked down on me, even taking time to tutor me. After five years as classmates, Zi Yun and I became like brothers. But...” He Meng covered his face with his sleeve, his voice growing hoarse. “I’m too ashamed to face him. I’ve been too cowardly...”

“Loujing...” Just as I was about to console him, a commotion erupted outside. Turning my head, I saw that Xie Lin was now surrounded by a group of kneeling figures—all commoner editors from the Imperial Academy.

“Councillor Dong!” Old Man Wei, my superior, nervously approached Dong Jianlin, holding his tablet and pointing outside. “That man leading them is Lu Wen, a student of Hao Tingzhao from Changlu Academy.”

“Hmph.” The Left Chancellor dismissed them with a disdainful glance. “A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals think they can overturn the seas?”

The entire Imperial Academy has come out? I furrowed my brows and looked toward the marquises’ line. Surely Yunzhi couldn’t be unaware. He stood lazily, as relaxed as ever. Not long after, a dark figure approached him. Upon closer inspection, it was Zhang Fang, who served in the Astronomical Bureau. Zhang Fang had been by Yunzhi’s side for years, devoted and diligent. Why had Yunzhi placed him as a fifth-rank minor official in the impoverished and unpromising Astronomical Bureau?

As I pondered this, Yunzhi curved his lips into a smile and nodded contentedly.

“Your humble servant Lu Wen, standing upright despite my sins, presents to His Majesty ten grave crimes of Left Chancellor Dong Jianlin, head of the Quan Zheng Yuan!” A clear voice rang out across the chilly hall.

With a bang, chaos erupted inside the hall. Among the officials from the Quan Zheng Yuan, where I stood, led by the Ministers of Rites and Works, everyone began shouting and rushing to the entrance, yelling in unison: “You insolent wretches, how dare you slander a first-rank official of the court!” “Shouting outside the hall is an affront to royal authority!”

“The first!” Lu Wen ignored them entirely, opening the memorial and clearing his throat. It seemed he had rested well these past days, for his voice drowned out the clamor. “When Minister Dong served as Minister of Works, he exploited the people with excessive construction projects, lining his own pockets without restraint. He is truly a parasite of Qing Country...”

As soon as Lu Wen began his tirade, the group from the Silk Bureau started whispering incessantly. The Right Chancellor smirked and glanced over mockingly. Dong Jianlin, standing slightly ahead of me, suddenly turned and locked eyes fiercely with him.

“The second!” Lu Wen was indeed a master of verbal combat, unfazed by the flying spittle. With righteous indignation, he shouted, “His violent actions violate heavenly principles, and he orchestrated the murder of six gentlemen, including Hao Tingzhao of Changlu Academy...”

The Left Chancellor's eyes bulged, his aged face pale. His grip tightened on his ivory tablet, causing it to tremble slightly.

“Ning Marquis!” As the accusations grew more shocking, Dong Jianlin could no longer endure.

Yunzhi opened his bleary eyes, looking utterly groggy. He swayed as he approached, nodding lightly: “What is it, Minister Dong?”

“You! Can't you do something about this?” Dong Jianlin waved his white tablet, nearly hitting me in the face.

“Do something?” Yunzhi yawned lazily. “Minister Dong knows full well that this humble marquis merely idles away his days at the Imperial Academy. If even you can't control this, how could I possibly intervene?”

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I almost clapped for him on the spot. Yunzhi’s ability to lie blatantly was second to none.

“Yes, yes,” the Right Chancellor smiled warmly, patting Minister Dong on the shoulder in a friendly manner. “An upright person fears no shadow. Why should the Left Chancellor worry?”

“The ninth!” Another clear voice rang out from outside the hall. “This treacherous minister oversteps his bounds, blinding the ears and eyes of Lie Marquis, shaking the foundations of the nation...”

Each word cut deep, sharp yet refined, hitting the mark without resorting to vulgarity. The eloquence and skill of the verbal duel were breathtaking. I covered my face with my sleeve, stealing a glance at the marquises' line. Sure enough, the third prince, who had been cheerful for over a month, now wore a stormy expression. His jaw quivered, nostrils flaring, looking as if he wanted to devour someone. In contrast, the seventh prince grew increasingly serene as the accusations intensified. He occasionally glanced toward the upper seat, clearly hoping the king would arrive soon.

If the first eight points were adding weight to a camel's back, this ninth point was the final straw, finally breaking the camel and thoroughly infuriating the officials of the Quan Zheng Yuan.

“Damn it!” Old Man Wei, Minister of Rites, rolled up his sleeves and gestured behind him. “Enough talk—kill the jesters!”

A hundred voices responded, the enraged officials of the Quan Zheng Yuan brandishing their tablets and charging forward. The spectacle was magnificent. My usually prim and proper colleagues lunged ferociously, throwing wild punches and kicks. Their grotesque expressions reminded me of a term... hypocritical beasts.

I retreated to an unnoticed corner, carefully observing Yunzhi's face. There was no trace of emotion. What exactly was he aiming for by inciting today's chaos?

“Imperial decree arrives!” A shrill, piercing voice echoed through the Qingqiong Hall, while the brawl continued unabated.

“Gentlemen! This behavior is disgraceful!” The eunuch De Xian waved his duster and shouted to stop them. “Palace guards! Step forward and restrain them!”

After the commotion subsided, the officials of the Quan Zheng Yuan involved in the fight appeared disheveled, their beards askew and robes torn. Meanwhile, the young editors of the Imperial Academy knelt straight-backed, bruised and battered, their faces marked with wounds. I stared wide-eyed at these seemingly frail elders and youths, marveling silently at the boundless potential of human nature.

Clutching my mouth, I barely suppressed the urge to burst into laughter. Composing myself, I stood behind the vanguard Wei, bowing respectfully.

“His Majesty has been tirelessly working and is currently indisposed. Court is adjourned for the day!”

The resonant proclamation echoed through the empty hall as the morning light danced along the fluttering sleeves.

Quietly, silence fell.

It was said that King Qing had never missed a court session in his twenty-three years on the throne, a model of diligence rarely seen in centuries. So why today, of all days, did he suddenly break his perfect attendance? I tightened my grip on my tablet—it was highly unusual.

“Gentlemen, please conduct yourselves appropriately and do not trouble our ailing king.” The chief eunuch stowed his duster and spoke softly. “Furthermore, Princes Lie, Rong, and Ning are requested to proceed to the imperial study. His Majesty wishes to confer.”

The imperial study was a kilometer away from the Qingqiong Hall. Even if the editors of the Imperial Academy screamed themselves hoarse, King Qing wouldn’t hear them. I shook my head slightly and looked at Yunzhi, whose expression remained calm—had his calculations ultimately failed?

Before I could reflect further, another loud voice called out from outside the hall: “Your humble servant Zhang Yi, standing proud despite my sins, presents to His Majesty four rebellious acts and six grave crimes of Right Chancellor Rong Kexun, head of the Silk Bureau!”

I stared in disbelief. Under the rising winter sun, the commoner editors held their memorials high, heads held high and chests puffed out. Despite the swelling bruises under their eyes, their gazes burned with determination. Through the clear morning light, I finally saw and understood. They had come to stake their lives, ready to die if they failed. This was a death impeachment!

“Rong Kexun confuses the governance of the court, manipulates laws cunningly, and employs deceitful schemes. He deserves to be named alongside Dong Jianlin as one of the greatest villains of the court...”

Not only me, but all the civil and military officials were captivated by this group of frail scholars. Eyes wide, stunned silence reigned.

“Do not participate.” A soft whisper reached my ear. I turned恍惚, meeting a pair of stern peach-blossom eyes.

“Do not get involved. Remember this.” Yunzhi’s lips didn’t move as he repeated the warning.

Do not get involved in what? Before I could ask, the red robe floated past.

The mist dispersed under the sky, but a shadow lingered over my heart...

“Your child (your child, your child) pays respects to Father.”

In the silent imperial study, three greetings echoed. Prince Lie Ling Huiran stole a glance at the side table and saw King Qing Ling Zhun, who should have been ill, diligently reviewing documents without a trace of sickness. His anxious heart finally settled—Father must have canceled court to avoid dealing with those “mad dogs.” Good, good.

“Yiran.” Without lifting his gaze from the scrolls, King Qing spoke gravely.

“Your child is here.”

Ling Zhun slammed his brush down and rebuked softly: “Kneel!”

Prince Rong Ling Cheran glanced downward, pleased to see his obedient younger brother kneeling submissively. He had always envied Ling Yiran, and even stomping on his younger brother wasn’t satisfying enough. The seventh prince smirked, secretly hoping for Father’s wrath.

“Huiran.” Contrary to the seventh son’s expectations, King Qing ignored the kneeling ninth son and turned to the secretly relieved third son.

“Your child is here.” Ling Huiran glanced at his feet, his recently settled heart tightening again. Was it... his turn?

“I ask you,” Ling Zhun pointed toward the Qingqiong Hall. “How do you propose to resolve this matter?”

What?

What?

The same shock echoed in the hearts of the third and seventh sons. In an instant, both understood: this was a test from the king.

Ling Huiran thought for a moment before solemnly replying: “Your child believes the commoners disregard hierarchy and royal authority. All officials of the Imperial Academy should be dismissed and investigated thoroughly, without leniency.”

Third Brother, Third Brother, how dull-witted you are. How can he compete earnestly with such foolishness? A mocking smile crept onto Ling Cheran’s lips. Do you think Father canceled court because he feared trouble? If the court convened, the noble and common factions would clash violently, and neither side would rest until a final verdict was given. But Father wished to maintain the status quo of noble supremacy and commoner subordination, which is why he feigned illness. And now you want to crush the commoners’ political influence—aren’t you rubbing against the grain?

“Cheran, what do you think?”

Waiting for this very question, Prince Rong leaned forward confidently: “Your child believes this matter stems from the nanmu case. Father, why not let Grand Secretary Luo preside over the trial to demonstrate fairness?” What difference would it make? Luo Yin had long since aligned himself with him. Another trial would merely be a formality to silence the commoners.

“Oh?” King Qing gazed amusedly at the warm-eyed seventh son. “Cheran, aren’t you worried that Qi Ming might be found guilty? After all, he is your cousin.”

Ling Cheran replied sternly: “Even princes are subject to the law, let alone a mere marquis.”

“Mm.” Ling Zhun nodded repeatedly. “Good, very good.”

A hint of triumph leaked from the corners of Ling Cheran’s lips as he smirked at the third prince. Ling Huiran gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear the cunning seventh prince to shreds.

“But.” Suddenly, King Qing Ling Zhun shifted his tone, speaking coldly. “Do you really think dismissing a few officials and holding a few trials will resolve this matter?”

Sen Han’s tone made the two who had been secretly fighting shudder and suddenly come back to their senses. With two thuds, both knelt down simultaneously. “Your sons admit their mistake.”

“All across the land, the Hua clans are overbearing and arrogant. The scions of the capital are even more spoiled and unruly!” Ling Zhun pushed several stacks of memorials off his desk. Over a hundred volumes scattered with loud crashes, some striking the three princes and marquises—none of them dared dodge.

“Look! Open your eyes and look!” Ling Zhun slammed the table and scolded angrily, “These one hundred and twelve memorials all speak of how the Hua clans bully men and women, seize land and property!” He pulled a thick piece of hemp cloth from his sleeve and threw it at the third prince’s face. “This is a petition signed in blood by a thousand people from Wan County in the northwest. It accuses your mother’s clan of oppressing the people!”

Ling Huairan’s heartbeat stalled, and cold sweat surfaced on his forehead.

“And these are only what I saw on the very day I returned to court. How many more have been secretly withheld or destroyed by you?” Ling Zhun ground out, his voice low and guttural as if coming from his chest. “Hmm!” He slammed the table again, startling the eunuchs outside into trembling.

“Your sons (Your son, Your sons) know their guilt.”

The Prince of Qing panted heavily and lifted a teacup with trembling hands. “Three days!” He took a sip to moisten his throat. “The clerks and runners of the prefectures have been on strike for three days!”

At these words, the third and seventh princes’ eyes lit up with realization, turning in unison to glare at the calm-faced Ling Yiran.

Clerks were lower-level secretarial officials, similar to the scribes of the capital’s Secretariat, responsible for drafting and organizing documents. Runners were minor officials who delivered memorials between the capital and various regions. Though these posts seemed insignificant and lacked rank, they formed the backbone of government communications—small positions with great responsibility.

A strike among clerks and runners would mean a sudden drop in memorials reaching the capital. It was impossible that the ninth prince knew nothing! The two stared at him with resentment, only to see Ling Yiran shrug innocently and look at them. “I reported this matter to Father immediately. I did not conceal anything.” The unspoken message: If you want to blame someone, blame him—not me.

Who dared blame him? Not unless they wanted to lose their heads! The third and seventh princes, scolded into silence, bowed down again without a word.

“Hmph, hmph.” Cold breath flared from Ling Zhun’s nostrils, his whole body radiating a chilling rage.

It was like kneeling on needles, like standing on the edge of an abyss. The two brothers held their breath, their robes soaked with sweat.

At last, after their legs had gone numb, they heard a sigh: “Huairan, Cheran, you may withdraw.”

Recovering the heartbeat they had lost, the third and seventh princes let out a silent sigh and stood shakily. “Your sons (Your son) take their leave.”

They forced themselves to walk out with dignity, refusing to yield to one another. While Ling Huairan strode ahead, Ling Cheran held back deliberately, slowing his pace to listen in on the hall’s interior.

“Useless wretch!” came a crash and a renewed burst of anger from Ling Zhun as a teacup was thrown. “You can’t even manage a Secretariat! Yiran, you’ve truly disappointed me!”

Good, very good. Ling Cheran smirked and resumed his leisurely stride, strolling calmly through the sunlit corridor. So Father was merely furious over the strike by the cold clans, not truly angry at all.

He chuckled softly, wearing a smile as he walked beneath the gentle winter sun. Suddenly, he saw the head eunuch, holding a fly-whisk, rushing over in a panic. Before he could ask what was wrong, the eunuch had already darted into the study. What could make him so alarmed? Ling Cheran frowned slightly.

“What?!” The Prince of Qing stood up with a bang, glaring at the out-of-breath Desheng. “Say that again.”

The king was truly angry. Even after decades of service, the chief eunuch trembled as he bowed low. “A quarrel outside the Azure Dome Hall escalated into a brawl among the officials. Because of his frail health, Xie Lin of the Secretariat was beaten to death…”

“Cough… cough, cough…” Ling Zhun covered his mouth, his body trembling violently. A warm, metallic taste surged from his throat, staining his palm sticky with blood. Fearing that Ling Yiran might notice, he hastily looked down—only to see that the young man remained silent, still kneeling calmly.

Desheng pulled out a cloth to wipe the king’s hand, then retreated silently. Killing a court official inside the palace—this was clearly a blatant challenge to royal authority. No wonder His Majesty was so furious.

So he’s really dead? In a place unseen by others, a smile quietly curled on Ling Yiran’s elegant lips. Father, do you see now? The true face of the Hua clans. For the sake of their own interests, they are even willing to trample your authority. The trap I set today was to open your eyes. A tiger must not lie beneath the rafters. Today they killed your minister. Tomorrow they could take your life. Have you seen it now? Has Xie Lin’s blood awakened you?

When he first submitted the report about the clerks’ strike, it had been a test. If his father had slammed the table and ordered a thorough investigation, that would have meant he still feared and relied on the Hua clans. But if he endured it, letting it simmer, it meant he intended to use the matter as leverage—to weaken their power.

And clearly, his father had chosen the latter. All Ling Yiran had done was fan the flames, making the fire burn hotter. The more it burned, the better it would be for someone like him—born of the cold clans.

Ling Zhun was no fool. After catching his breath, he understood. His old eyes widened, staring at his silent son. After a long pause, he burst into laughter. “Good! Very good!”

Desheng was utterly baffled. Just moments ago, the king had been furious. What was this now?

“Little Nine,” the Prince of Qing began circling Ling Yiran, “when did you figure it out, hmm?” His tone held a touch of admiration.

“I am dull-witted,” Ling Yiran bowed even lower.

“Hmph!” Ling Zhun huffed heavily, his beard trembling. “Playing dumb, are you! You little devil!”

He kicked Ling Yiran in the back, startling Desheng into a gasp—Has the Ninth Prince been kicked silly? The eunuch kindly bent down to help him up, only to meet a pair of sparkling black eyes and a curved, confident smile.

What… what play are they acting now? The poor eunuch was completely lost again.

“Father is wise,” Ling Yiran turned and knelt, gazing up at Ling Zhun. “In the first year of Tianzhong, the Royal Academy was established. In the third year, Father defied opposition and opened the civil service to the cold clans. In the fifth year, the Secretariat began recruiting cold-clan talents from all over. In the tenth year, Father issued the Free Speech Decree, allowing even commoners to speak on state affairs. In the twelfth year, commercial taxes were reduced, transforming Yangzhou into a hub of trade…”

He bowed deeply. “Your foresight and strategy leave your son in awe.”

It felt good—this flattery was truly satisfying. Ling Zhun looked down, smiling. After all these years of careful planning, only this son had pieced together his intent from scattered policies. Nuan’er, his heart warmed, you gave me a good son. Forgive me—I cannot fulfill my promise to you. Little Nine… is better suited for the palace. Better suited for…

Suppressing his joy, Ling Zhun thought of a problem. He furrowed his brows. “But something is still missing.” He too had long wanted to uproot the Hua clans and end twenty years of humiliation. But the cold clans’ uprising wasn’t yet strong enough to shake the entrenched Hua clan power. Still missing… still lacking…

“Tianzhong is blessed with a sovereign of destiny. The nation’s fortune shall flourish.”

The kneeling man suddenly spoke. Ling Zhun sighed—his son truly understood his heart.

Ling Yiran’s smile deepened, his eyes shining with resolute ambition. “Father is Heaven’s chosen ruler. Heaven’s timing is on your side!”

Ling Zhun narrowed his eyes in thought. So, the boy wasn’t playing a single move… but a full chain of tactics.

Though he hated to admit it, this was the second time he’d been drawn into Little Nine’s game.

He was old. Truly old now…

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As for why the compilers of the Secretariat enraged the senior officials so severely, and why they didn’t fight back—I clenched my fists and looked out toward the hall. A hundred elder officials were viciously attacking dozens of young scribes. Even normally mild-mannered officials now had bloodthirsty eyes. If this continued, someone would die. My heart trembled and I stepped forward.

“Minister Feng.”

A gentle voice stopped me. I turned to see Yu Ning looking calmly at me with a faint nod. “Regarding the etiquette for welcoming the Duke, I still wish to discuss a few points.”

Realizing this was merely an excuse to hold me back, I had no choice but to step forward. “My lord.”

“Yunqing,” Yu Ning’s tone was calm, but his voice grew colder. “To achieve great things, one must not be soft-hearted.”

My brows twitched. I looked at him, stunned. “Yuan… Zhong…”

“Sacrifices are inevitable.”

His soft words echoed in my ears, leaving my mind in turmoil. The surging crowd blocked the hall entrance, preventing others from entering. Nearby, the Imperial Secretary sneered at the two pale-faced prime ministers. Lord Luo watched the brawl intently, as if calculating something.

“Father.” A low, suppressed voice came from behind me.

I turned to see He Meng standing beside He Yan, his large frame slightly bowed. “I want to… I want to…”

The grim-faced Censor He narrowed his eyes, staring straight ahead. “Lou Jing, your weakness is being too soft-hearted.”

“…!” He Meng looked up in shock. The other officials from the Censorate also turned in surprise.

“I married my only daughter to you, a son of the cold clans. Do you think I would treat the cold clans with disdain?” the old man said, casting a fearless look at the two prime ministers. “If you want to act, act. Don’t ask me for permission.”

Hearing this, one phrase came to mind: righteous energy that fills the heavens.

He Meng gave him a deep bow and charged into the center of the brawl. “Ziyun! Ziyun!”

“Minister He.” Prime Minister Dong tightened his jaw and whispered with warning, “Think carefully.”

Censor He merely shot him a cold glance, turned away, and with a flick of his sleeve, his gaunt profile radiated unwavering resolve.

“Zi Yun!” A long, piercing cry echoed into the clouds. The chaotic scene before the hall suddenly froze as fists halted mid-air, and the frenzied officials abruptly stepped back. I clenched my fists slightly and moved past the stunned crowd to peer forward. The editors of the Imperial Academy had been beaten beyond recognition, their official robes torn into rags.

“Zi Yun... Zi Yun...” He Meng, with a bruised eye, cradled the unrecognizable Xie Lin in his arms, sobbing softly. “Zi Yun...” With trembling hands, he continuously wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of Xie Lin's mouth. “Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!” His deep, thunderous voice reverberated through the Qingqiong Hall.

I stepped forward, kneeling halfway, and reached out to check Xie Lin’s neck for a pulse.

“Zi Yun, Zi Yun...” He Meng muttered, lifting Xie Lin horizontally. His right leg was slightly limp, indicating a severe injury. Straightening his back, He Meng stood tall amidst the crowd: “Imperial Hospital, Imperial Hospital...”

“Loujing.” I grabbed hold of his official robe.

“Make way!” Like a raging bull, he broke through the encircling crowd.

“Loujing!” I tightened my grip, forcing him to turn back. “Editor Xie...” I sighed, my voice hoarse. “He has already passed...”

He Meng froze momentarily, then wrenched free from my grasp, limping forward.

“Stop him!” A loud roar erupted from beside me. Minister Wei of the Ministry of Rites, his cap askew, glared fiercely. “It has come to this—what more can we do?!”

“What more... what more...” The shout echoed across the square. The officials, as if waking from a dream, replaced their previous shock with resolute ruthlessness, rolling up their sleeves and revealing murderous intent.

Were they planning to finish it all in one fell swoop?! I cursed inwardly, flipping over He Meng’s towering figure and using both arms to repel the ambushers on either side.

“Master!” He Meng’s loud roar sounded behind me.

I didn’t turn around but pulled out my white tablet from my sleeve, calmly sweeping it over the sea of bloodthirsty eyes. Channeling my strength into my arms, qi surged into my palms. In one swift motion, the ivory tablet sank completely into the bluestone ground, its white head flush with the surface. I understood Yunzhi’s meaning now; surely that person knew as well. One Xie Lin was enough—no further sacrifices were needed.

A tense standoff ensued. The officials dared not approach, yet they gnashed their teeth and glared like a pack of jackals surrounding their prey.

“His Majesty’s decree has arrived!” A call rang out from within the hall, and a group of imperial guards rushed out from inside.

“All officials must kneel and await the royal edict!” The chief eunuch, his brows stern, shouted angrily.

Reluctantly, reluctantly, the officials entered the hall. I tugged at He Meng’s collar, and together we knelt down, with Xie Lin’s gradually cooling body lying before us.

“Disregarding royal authority and instigating a brawl, you have deeply troubled your king in his illness. For today, the three halls are relieved of duty, and you shall kneel in penance in Qingqiong Hall!” The chief eunuch delivered the oral decree in one breath, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

“The editors of the Imperial Academy spoke recklessly in the hall, disrupting the order of governance—a crime that cannot be forgiven. They shall bear the same punishment.”

At these words, faint laughter rippled through the hall, sharp and biting.

“Why?” A grinding voice echoed beside me. “Why?”

I lowered my gaze, watching He Meng’s thick hand clench tightly.

“Why?” He repeated the two words, shedding his previous submissive demeanor. A sternness crept into his usually gentle face. As the imperial guards carried Xie Lin away, he slammed his fist onto the ground, cracking the bluestone beneath. “Why?”

Such a question surely lingered in everyone’s hearts. But...

I glanced at the sarcastic, smug officials from the pavilions and offices, who likely believed that collective violence would obscure individual blame. His Majesty wouldn’t be able to pinpoint accountability, and thus the matter would end with this act of kneeling, swept under the rug.

Yet, no amount of bruising or swelling could conceal the burning rage in the eyes of the Imperial Academy editors or the defiance etched into their brows. Their hatred burned even brighter.

I looked at He Meng beside me, his back straight and unbowed. He truly resembled Xie Lin. Had he finally awakened? There were never any neutrals in power struggles—never. And once He Meng chose a side, so too did Censor He Yan, dragging the entire Office of Censors with him.

Yunzhi, your bold move worked wonders. It woke some and lulled others into complacency.

Why does the king indulge the noble families again and again?

If I’m not mistaken, indulgence is merely a prelude to destruction. This is what they call “killing with kindness”…

…

Winter days were short, and night fell quickly. By the time dinner ended, the sky had already darkened, giving way to a suffocating deep blue.

The punishment finally concluded, and the weary officials departed the hall in various states of exhaustion. Having trained in martial arts since childhood, I managed to circulate my energy during the prolonged kneeling, allowing me to rise effortlessly without hindrance. But those weak scholars, after only half a day of kneeling, collapsed in droves. Even Minister Wei, who had led the brawl, was shivering with fatigue. And as for the injured editors, their attempts to walk after a full day of kneeling left them looking utterly disheveled.

“Don’t touch me!” A hoarse voice cut through the air. Lu Wen, with a bloody mark on his forehead, shook off He Meng’s supporting hand.

This time, He Meng neither despaired nor defended himself. Instead, he firmly lifted Lu Wen, slinging another nearly unconscious editor over his shoulder, and strode forward with unwavering determination.

“I said don’t touch me!” Lu Wen continued to struggle.

“Don’t pretend to be kind!” Another sharp rebuke rang out.

“Are you deaf?” A hint of exasperation tinged the tone.

“You… you…” The voice weakened gradually, and the trio slowly disappeared into the distance.

As I stepped out of the Meridian Gate and was about to enter my sedan chair, a loud shout stopped me: “Minister Feng!”

I paused, turning my head. How could it be him?

“Feng Shaochu.” Qiu Qiming’s tone was light and familiar.

I composed myself, bowing respectfully: “Young Marquis Qiu.”

“Hmm? Shaochu, there’s no need for such formality.” As he spoke, he reached out toward me.

Without a trace, I subtly retreated, avoiding his touch. Looking up, I caught the flicker of suspicion in his eyes.

Qiu Qiming took another step forward, his manner imposing: “Today is my birthday celebration. I hope Minister Feng will honor me with your presence.”

My heart tightened, and I glanced toward the distance. Sure enough, beside the extravagant carriage of the Marquis Zhen Guo mansion stood dozens of sedan chairs. Peering out were not only several officials from the Silk Bureau but also key figures under the Left Chancellor of the Quan Zheng Yuan, eager to celebrate prematurely. Revelry after bloodshed—the fall of human nature. Thinking this, I forced a smile and inclined my body slightly: “Yunqing congratulates Young Marquis Qiu on his birthday, but…”

“But you think yourself above mingling with the nobility?” Qiu Qiming’s expression shifted instantly, his tone threatening. “Minister Feng, I’m doing you a favor by inviting you. Don’t reject my goodwill!”

As he raised his palm to press down on my shoulder, a hand suddenly emerged from behind, halting Qiu Qiming’s movement.

“Marquis Qiu.” A red robe fluttered gracefully past—Yunzhi cast a glance at me, smiling faintly. “Shaochu is still young. If he has offended you, please grant me the face to overlook it.” The emphasis on “this hall” was unmistakable, revealing a rare edge in Yunzhi’s demeanor.

Qiu Qiming glanced at Yunzhi, then at me, slowly lowering his arm: “Hmph. Is Minister Feng perhaps a maiden, too delicate to be touched?” His sharp tone sent a shiver through me.

“Yes, indeed untouchable,” Yunzhi cooed, wrapping his arm around my waist, his smile suggestive. Unable to resist, I stiffened as he played his part. His slender fingers traced my neck, finally resting on the false Adam’s apple: “I can’t bear for others to touch what’s mine.”

“Oh?” Qiu Qiming raised an eyebrow. “Many officials in court share similar tastes, but Your Highness should know—preferences should not be flaunted. It might harm Minister Feng’s future prospects.”

Yunzhi’s peach-blossom eyes dipped slightly, a faint smile lingering on his brow. In a whisper-light tone, he murmured: “Young Marquis speaks wisely~”

“And?” Qiu Qiming gestured meaningfully toward my waist.

“Shaochu.” Yunzhi’s flirtatious gaze met mine, his pupils blending seamlessly with the darkening sky. “Go ahead.” His elegant brows arched faintly, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

What?! Feeling the pressure on my waist dissipate, I stared at him, dumbfounded: Just like that, he’s selling me out?!

“Remember to return early.” He turned gracefully, taking with him my last shred of hope.

Sitting in the sedan chair, feeling the jolts beneath me, I felt as though sitting on needles. This was clearly a feast of danger. Judging by Qiu Qiming’s tone, he clearly suspected my identity. Yet why had Yunzhi let go so easily? Restless, I tapped lightly on the sedan walls and called softly: “Alu, Alu.”

“Master.” Zhu Que, walking alongside the sedan, lifted a corner of the curtain, responding in a low voice.

“Where are we going?” The route felt strangely familiar.

“Yunshang Pavilion. Qiu Qiming has booked an elegant suite there for his birthday celebration. Along the way, I’ve seen numerous carriages of high-ranking officials.”

Trouble loomed large! My hands and feet grew cold, my heart heavy with unease. If I were exposed in front of everyone, the only option would be to fight to the death.

“If Master hadn’t drawn attention with your unchecked smiles, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” A low grumble came from outside the sedan. “His Highness said that a prolonged agony is worse than a swift resolution. Let’s take advantage of tonight to settle everything!”

His words were filled with bravado, but he had no idea how bitter my plight truly was.

Solving it, solving it—if only it were that simple.

But—but, I don’t even have the means to do so!

Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes...

There was no one to save me today. I sighed helplessly and stepped into the brothel. Yuanzhong and Lord Luo were on night duty, my brother was far away training troops at the capital garrison, and the one person I could rely on had abandoned me without a second thought.

I, Han Yuexia, Feng Yunqing, Feng Shaochu, am nothing but a helpless little cabbage.

Walking through the lavishly decorated hall, I caught a glimpse of turquoise—a figure that looked strikingly like my senior apprentice. I stopped to look again, but it was already gone. Was it just my imagination? Yes, surely my anxiety was playing tricks on me. Sighing once more, I resigned myself to follow along.

...

“What? This girl—does Minister Feng still... find her unworthy?” Qiu Qiming, with an arm around a courtesan and his robe slightly open, glanced at me mockingly.

The alluring courtesan beside me fluttered her eyelashes, her red lips slightly pouting as if filled with endless grievances: “Master...”

Hardening my resolve, I softly responded: “Though this girl is beautiful, she isn't to my liking.” Though inexperienced, I understood the physical differences between men and women. Especially in front of these seasoned courtesans, I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. Thus, I had no choice but to apologize silently as I closed my eyes and gently pushed the woman away: Sorry.

With a muffled whimper, the courtesan covered her face and left.

“Shaochu truly has a heart of iron, eh?” A teasing voice came from the left. “That Lüyun is one of the finest girls in this establishment. When has she ever been treated with such disdain? Such cruelty, such cruelty!”

“Hmm~” Qiu Qiming half-closed his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Coming to a brothel is all about having fun. Take your time choosing, Shaochu. Yunshang Pavilion has no shortage of beauties. I refuse to believe there isn’t one who catches your eye.”

In other words, whether I liked it or not, tonight I had no choice but to play along. My hand clenched into a fist beneath the table, while my face maintained a forced smile: “Thank you for your concern, Young Marquis.” As the wine reached my lips, I blinked: If I admitted to having a preference for men, could I escape this predicament? Glancing up, I met Qiu Qiming’s calculating gaze and immediately realized: That would only backfire. Better to take things one step at a time. Depressed, I took a sip of wine, letting its sweet and spicy taste linger on my tongue.

“Master, here comes another girl.” The voice was clear yet slightly hoarse, sounding unnatural.

I turned to see a slender brothel attendant kneeling beside me. His face was covered with a large purplish-red birthmark, and his thick eyebrows twitched incessantly like caterpillars. Suddenly, he turned his head, revealing a grin that made me choke on my drink.

“Pfft!” I grimaced, staring blankly at him as a stream of sake trickled down my neck. Mas… Mas… Master Sister! I screamed internally: Ah! The attendant is my senior apprentice! My senior apprentice is an attendant!

She stared at me expressionlessly, wiping off the spilled wine and saliva, her eyes gleaming with danger: “Forgive me, Master. My hideous appearance must have startled you.”

“...” My mouth opened and closed repeatedly. I desperately wanted to hug her but had to restrain myself.

As I watched her turn to leave, I almost grabbed her sleeve: Senior Sister, I didn’t mean to spray you with wine—it was an accident, I swear!

A woman passed by her, her delicate beauty standing out starkly amidst the dazzling room. Double the surprise! My trembling hand beneath the table betrayed my shock.

“Master,” she bowed respectfully, drawing everyone's attention. Her hair was elegantly pinned up, adorned with a golden hairpin. Her refined beauty captivated all who saw her—not arrogant because of her looks, but proud because of her character.

At the main seat, Qiu Qiming dismissed the women on either side of him and leaned forward: “What is your name?”

“My humble name is Li Xue.”

Qiu Qiming toyed with the jade cup in his hand, his eyes probing: “How have I never seen you before? Hmm?”

“...” She remained silent, her brows furrowed as she nodded slightly, utterly heart-wrenching.

“Hehe.” The attendant-senior sister rubbed her hands together, revealing two blackened teeth—her appearance truly ruined beyond recognition. She leered obsequiously at the main seat and said ingratiatingly, “Li Xue was originally the wife of an official. Recently, her husband passed away, and she was sold to our Yunshang Pavilion by her family.”

“Oh~”

“How pitiful.”

The men in the room feigned sighs, their tones dripping with lewdness.

I stared unblinkingly at the two sisters, speculating about the circumstances.

“Li Xue.” A light laugh broke my thoughts. Qiu Qiming’s eyes gleamed triumphantly as he tilted his chin toward me. “Go attend to that gentleman.”

Great, just great. Pretending to be composed, I was inwardly elated. “Mm, mm.” I cleared my throat and raised my cup, signaling her to pour wine. Rúmèng smiled faintly, leaning toward me. The minty scent on her body dispelled the surrounding sensuality, clearing my mind.

“Master,” she nestled closer, whispering in my ear, “This room is perfumed with aphrodisiac incense.”

Looking around, I realized it was true. Everyone’s faces were flushed, their eyes clouded with lust. No wonder I had felt a sudden heat earlier—it was the effect of the incense.

“And this wine...” I frowned, examining the fragrant liquor in my cup. “Is it also tainted?”

Sister smiled serenely. She set down the small white porcelain wine bottle and leaned against me, her eyes shimmering with allure: “Earlier, Yàn’ér switched it out. This bottle is clean.”

Taking a small sip, I immediately felt my chest churn violently.

“What’s wrong?” Rúmèng straightened her posture, shielding me from the probing gaze of the main seat.

Gulping down a bowl of sweet soup quickly washed away the sourness in my stomach. Facing her concerned gaze, I struggled to form words: “It’s vinegar.”

“Eh?”

Senior Sister still held a grudge, avenging the wine I had sprayed on her earlier by using my most hated acid—vinegar. In this predatory banquet, I dared not cause trouble and had to accept defeat. How cruel!

Drinking that bottle of vinegar felt like being burned alive, then revived, then burned again. It was as if sulfuric acid was scrubbing my insides, leaving me neither human nor ghost. Weak and limp, I collapsed into Rúmèng’s arms, tears in my eyes, vision blurred.

“Ohoho, finally coming to your senses?” Qiu Qiming laughed lightly.

Dazed from the acidity, I nodded hazily.

“Someone!” Through my hazy vision, I saw Qiu Qiming wave his sleeve. “Prepare a warm room for Minister Feng. Li Xue, make sure you serve him well.”

“Yes.” Rúmèng obediently agreed, helping me slowly walk out of the private room filled with obscene sounds.

“I can’t...” I muttered weakly, covering my mouth as I dry-heaved. “I can’t take it anymore...”

The senior sister, who was leading the way, raised an eyebrow and flashed her blackened teeth: “Hehe, isn’t this perfect? Little Sister, no need to act now—just fully embody the symptoms of someone poisoned by aphrodisiacs. All thanks to my brilliant planning, hahaha.”

I glared, glaring as hard as I could.

Turning the corner revealed individual rooms, each occasionally emitting sounds of pleasure. My face heated up, my ears burning.

Senior Sister pushed open the innermost room, pretending to bow deeply: “Master, please enjoy yourself!” She spoke in a deliberately awkward tone, then closed the door behind us.

“Ah!” I rubbed my cheeks, exhaled deeply, and collapsed onto the wooden table. Taking the tea Rúmèng handed me, I sipped lightly, then focused my thoughts: “It won’t be that simple.”

“Huh?”

I stood up and paced back and forth: “Qiu Qiming is deeply cunning and ruthless. He wouldn’t let me off so easily.”

“Knock, knock, knock.” A soft rap came at the door.

“Who is it?” Rúmèng lazily responded.

“It’s your humble servant, sent by Master Feng to deliver something.”

It’s Zhu Que! I quickly opened the door, pulled him inside, and bolted it shut—all in one fluid motion.

Alu pointed at Rúmèng and chuckled softly: “So it’s someone familiar. This makes things easier.”

“Did His Highness give you some kind of secret plan?” I scrutinized him from head to toe. “Hurry up and show me! We’re running out of time!”

“No secret plan.” Alu shrugged and shook his head. “But there is a ‘secret person.’” He tore off his mask, revealing a face identical to mine, startling Rúmèng’s eyes wide: “You… you…”

I smacked my forehead, suddenly enlightened. So that’s how it is. No wonder Yunzhi said to keep Zhu Que close after leaving the Meridian Gate—I hadn’t figured out the trick. Substitution—a brilliant move. Without further ado, we quickly exchanged clothes. I removed my mask and fake Adam’s apple, restoring my true appearance.

Rúmèng helped tuck my long hair into a cap, inspecting me carefully before speaking: “Remember to keep your head low and walk quickly. No matter who calls you, don’t look back.”

“Mm!” I nodded firmly, turned to unlatch the door, and paused for a moment as a critical thought struck me. Staring at Alu, I warned: “Remember, this is all an act—don't take advantage of my sister.”

“Hah!” He smugly touched his cheek. “I was more worried about her taking advantage of me.”

A soft gasp came from behind me—Rúmèng must have been startled by this shameless remark. Opening the door, I glanced left and right, saw no one in the corridor, and quickly slipped out.

“Poor me, the most handsome man in Shénkūn, doomed to give myself up tonight... Sigh!”

My foot slipped, nearly making me stumble. I adjusted my cap and hurried forward with my head bowed. As I approached the corner, I saw an official walking toward me with a courtesan in his arms. I quickened my pace nervously. Before we could pass each other, I heard the wooden door beside me creak open, and my right wrist was suddenly grabbed. Before I could struggle, I was yanked inside with great force.

“Oh, so eager, are we?” Two mocking chuckles.

“Slam!” The wooden door shut tightly.

Panic surged through me, and my scalp tingled. Instinctively, I reversed the grip on my wrist, twisted my arm, and spun around with a swift hand strike. In that instant, the poorly secured cap slid off, and my long hair cascaded down.

In just two moves, I found myself completely immobilized. Shocked, I wondered—who was this person?

“...” I panted, my chest heaving, unable to see his face as I faced away. Then I felt warmth press against me, a familiar sensation that calmed my unease. “Xiuyuan.” Relaxing my posture, I leaned softly into him.

Without words, his embrace enveloped me. The air seemed to float with delicate musical notes, and I basked in overwhelming tenderness.

“Yunqing,” his voice was extraordinarily soft, as if reciting poetry.

“Mm.” I closed my eyes contentedly.

“This place belongs to me.”

“Huh?” I abruptly turned around, but upon seeing his crescent-shaped, mischievous phoenix eyes, all my questions halted in my throat.

Xiuyuan wrapped his arms tightly around me, his voice like a babbling brook winding through my heart: “Yunshang Pavilion is Mianzhou's property.”

“A spy?” I looked up and asked softly.

He nodded faintly, his clear eyes meeting mine: “On my way to Yundu, I happened to meet Brother Wuyu.”

“Oh...” I responded slowly, then focused my thoughts: “So Qiu Qiming had colluded with the brothel matron here, intending to drug me heavily, right?”

Xiuyuan’s brows furrowed slightly as he held me even tighter. His body stiffened momentarily, exuding a chilling aura.

“Actually, the matron didn’t know it was me, so...” Before I could finish, a commotion erupted outside.

“Come! Come on in!” Qiu Qiming's voice sounded slurred, likely drunk. “Everyone… everyone come and have fun with me… fun…”

His voice grew closer, followed by a loud kick and a chorus of screams. Was this drunken madness also targeted at me?

The kicks on the door came one after another. My heartbeat quickened, and I buried my head in Xiuyuan’s chest.

“Young Marquis, you’re drunk!”

“Drunk? Me? Hic…” He let out a loud burp. “I’m not… not drunk! Hahaha, show some skin, show some skin!”

These words jolted me awake. Qiu Qiming was pretending to be drunk and crazy, kicking doors and peeking inside—to see my true identity. If they discovered I was a woman, everyone present would become a witness. There would be no way to deny it. The seventh prince’s faction was indeed sinister!

Closer, closer—what should I do?

In my panic, I suddenly felt my body being gently laid on the inner bed. Xiuyuan lowered the curtains and quickly began removing his clothes, leaving me wide-eyed. He threw his outer robe onto the floor and tossed his sash onto the table. Blinking, I understood his intention and hurriedly began undressing as well.

Time was running out. I focused intently, struggling with the stubborn knot of my sash. Why did Sister tie such a tight knot, and from behind? Frowning, I reached back but couldn’t reach it—it was frustrating. I fumbled with my robe, oblivious to the movements around me.

“Open… open the door!” A foolish laugh sounded from outside, snapping me back to reality. I looked up to see Xiuyuan’s eyes blazing like the sun, their intense gaze piercing straight at me.

“Bang!” The latch rattled ominously.

Stunned by his bold expression, I froze, unsure what to do.

“Bang!” Another kick, and I heard the wood crack.

His breathing grew erratic as he suddenly leaned over, pinning me down.

“Xiu… Yuan…” I murmured weakly, tugging at the sash that was nearly choking me. “The sash.”

His phoenix eyes shimmered brightly, veiled with a soft haze, and his beautiful lips curved upward slightly.

“Bang!” Three!

“Rip!”

Almost simultaneously, as the door opened, the sash was severed by his forceful pull.

“Here, here… hic… who… who is this…” Through the curtains, I saw a staggering figure approach.

Xiuyuan braced himself to block the view from the outside, and his heated lips descended immediately. Unlike his usual gentle restraint, this kiss was fierce and stormy, instantly overwhelming my senses. It wasn’t just the touch of his lips—his warm hands roamed across my body.

Trembling, I was consumed by the emotions he ignited, like a lone boat adrift on surging waves.

“Found… found you!” The curtain was pulled aside, and a wave of alcohol hit my face.

Feeling the pressure on my lips ease, I heard Xiuyuan growl hoarsely: “Get out!” With a sweep of his long arm, a powerful burst of qi sent Qiu Qiming flying out the door. Another push, and the round table wedged itself against the door.

Breathing heavily, I gazed up at him, never having seen this side of Xiuyuan before. My lips felt hot—I reached up to touch them, sensing slight swelling. My clothes were disheveled, exposing large patches of skin. Letting out a soft whimper, I hastily covered myself, hiding my face and avoiding eye contact. I was too embarrassed to face him.

The heat drew nearer, and I stiffened like a dead fish: He… he’s coming closer… What should I do? Holding my breath, my heart pounded like a drum.

His long, slender fingers gently combed through my hair. “Yunqing,” his rich, velvety voice whispered near my ear, melting me instantly.

His warm lips brushed against my hair, filled with tender affection that made my heart ripple.

“Yunqing,” his voice, smooth as silk, glided across the depths of my soul.

His slightly cool cheek pressed against the back of my hand: “Mutual love is nothing to be ashamed of.”

My heart trembled, and my stiff hands regained their softness.

“Do you plan to avoid looking at me forever?” His voice flowed softly, tenderly, evoking an involuntary sigh.

“No…” I instinctively responded, only realizing how weak my voice sounded after speaking.

Gently, he moved my hands aside. My eyes met his handsome silhouette softened by the night, his ivory skin glowing faintly. This beauty clouded my mind, sending a rush of heat through my head. He smiled faintly, intoxicatingly. His sleek black hair fell to the side of his neck, its fine strands brushing softly against my cheek, sending tingling sensations straight to my heart.

The subtle admiration in his eyes gradually ignited into fiery passion: “Qingqing.” His low, raspy call echoed familiarly.

When and where had I heard it before? I instinctively tried to recall.

Ah, it was in a dream.

But this wasn’t a dream, because I could feel his reality—his restraint, his longing. My heart softened, unbelievably so. This man had, at some point, taken over my heart, rippling the surface of my inner lake. A quietly brewing affection had turned into moonlight, quietly resting at the corners of my eyes and brows. It had finally fermented into a jar of intoxicating wine, driving me to madness with desire.

The heat of love burned in my chest. I cast aside my modesty and broke free from my embarrassment. Reaching out, I gently touched his body.

He trembled, he moaned, and our strands of hair entwined.

“Ah!” A loud shout came from outside. “Why is the door closed?”

My skin grew warmer, but I couldn’t hear clearly anymore. My mind was clouded with desire; all I could see were his shimmering pupils.

“Slam!” A sharp sound jolted me awake from my intoxication.

“Haha! Knock away the obstacle!” It was Elder Sister’s voice—had she come in?!

Xiuyuan let out a low reprimand, propped himself up on his arms, and leaned down to lightly kiss my eyelids. Like fine drizzle, dense and gentle.

“Qingqing?” Elder Sister’s voice was soft, as if testing something. “Qingqing?”

Her footsteps drew closer. I panicked, not knowing what to do. Xiuyuan sighed softly and picked up his robe, wrapping me tightly in it. The binding cloth around my chest was still tight, making it hard to breathe.

“Qingqing?” Through the curtains, I saw Elder Sister hop toward the bed. Just as she was about to touch the curtain, Xiuyuan grabbed the edge of the curtain, preventing her from lifting it.

“Elder Sister...” I hid behind Xiuyuan, my voice hoarse.

“What’s wrong, Qingqing?” She tugged impatiently at the curtain. “Are you hurt?!”

“No, no.” I quickly responded, watching the curtain nearly tear apart, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead.

“Littler Bird!” My senior apprentice truly arrived like an unexpected spring rain, saving this almost-withered sprout.

“Let go.” My senior apprentice said sternly. “Don’t make trouble.”

“Wuyu, what’s happening outside?” Xiuyuan suddenly spoke, startling Elder Sister into jumping back.

“Eh? Eh?” Elder Sister gasped softly. “Qingqing and Ye Jinglan... this, this, this... caught in the act?!”

Embarrassed, I pretended not to hear her muttering and strained to listen carefully. Sure enough, the brothel had grown much quieter.

“Hehe.” My senior apprentice’s laughter was like the soft glow of sunlight, warm and light. “Oh, Brother Ye only noticed something unusual now? Truly surprising.” He added, still laughing mischievously.

Xiuyuan seemed accustomed to his teasing, neither angry nor annoyed, his expression calm. He stood in front of me, elegantly putting on his robe. I was about to dress when I caught the lingering traces of passion in his eyes. My face flushed instantly, and I turned away to adjust my clothes.

“Star falls eastward, moon hides Xuan Yuan.” Outside the curtains, my senior apprentice recited softly. “Rain flows westward, like jars, like buckets.”

Was he talking about meteors?! Fully dressed, I slipped on my boots and ran to the window.

With a push, the window flew open. In the deep blue sky, meteors streaked like lines painted by a master calligrapher on rice paper, like dewdrops hanging from grass blades, falling into the unknown in an instant...

No! Not the unknown! I leaned out, letting the night breeze blow through my long hair. Where the stars fell, fireflies ignited the grass, and flames roared fiercely on the horizon. Dark red tongues of fire leaped skyward, as if devouring a scroll painted with meteors.

So passionate, so vibrant, lighting endless hope in the night.

Where the flames spread—it was Qing Kingdom’s royal palace. No wonder Yunshang Pavilion had been emptied.

Who was controlling this fire god? Who was hiding in the darkness?

The Astronomical Bureau, the Astronomical Bureau. I couldn’t help but marvel. Yunzhi, you planned and acted accordingly, truly a masterstroke. And what you burned was the very pulse of the noble families.

A gentle arm wrapped around my waist. I leaned against Xiuyuan’s warm and firm chest, slowly curving a smile.

Warming wine by the red stove suits the early cold; whispers linger under the quilted canopy.

Moonlight casts a tranquil hue, solitary and serene; shooting stars streak eastward, lamps dim.

That night, stars fell, and the heavens changed.