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On the 28th day of the 12th lunar month, a day considered unlucky for those with water in their destiny. Avoid ventures and beware of petty people.
Strands of hair gently swayed as the northern wind suddenly dimmed the winter sun.
I gazed at the silently leading eunuch before me, my heart sinking slightly; this fourth summons to the palace was not a good omen.
As we approached the side of the Qingqiong Palace, I saw several lords and officials standing against the wind.
“Minister Feng!” This call was unusually loud.
Unable to fathom the intentions of this smiling fox, I clasped my hands and said, “This humble official pays respects to His Highness, the Seventh Prince.”
“Has he arrived?!” A stern shout came from inside the South Study.
The eunuch who led me quivered as he replied, “To answer Your Majesty's question, yes.”
“Feng Shaochu! Hurry up and get in here!”
What happened? I furrowed my brows and glanced at Yunzhi, who seemed as if he had swallowed several pounds of explosives?
His expression eased slightly, his deep eyes reflecting like dark pools.
I ascended the steps, catching a glimpse of the fluttering dark blue military robe. What could have upset Brother so much? I turned back with a smile and stepped into the warm chamber.
“Slap!”
A jade porcelain cup shattered at my feet, causing my heartbeat to abruptly change.
“Kneel down!”
Perplexed, I raised my eyes to meet the Emperor’s cold gaze. The dragon eyes were filled with changing clouds, making it impossible to discern his true emotions. I instinctively avoided his gaze and knelt as instructed.
The bright yellow boots slowly approached, paused momentarily in front of me, then suddenly turned to another direction. I cautiously glanced over, realizing there was another person kneeling alongside me.
“Moran, you have deeply disappointed me!” The Emperor's footsteps were heavy. “Fighting over a prostitute, how impressive! Truly impressive!”
Prostitute? I stealthily glanced a few steps away. Could it be?
The Twelfth Prince clenched his fists by his side. “She is not a prostitute.”
“Not?” The Emperor's voice turned sharply cold. “Though I rarely leave the palace, I know well what kind of place Yan Zhi Lane in the southern city is.”
“She... she isn't,” the Twelfth Prince gritted through his teeth, forcefully asserting, “Pan'er was forced into it.”
So it was her!
“Pan'er?” The boot moved closer. “When you look at that prostitute, do you think I don't know whom your heart truly yearns for?”
The Prince's hand tightened until it turned white, his slightly lowered eyes suddenly widened.
“Moran, listen carefully to me, I’ll only say this once.” The Emperor leaned down to whisper in his ear.
I held my breath, straining to hear faint words, which weren’t hard to piece together.
“Dong’s family is already dead.”
This blow was merciless, even somewhat excessive. The Twelfth Prince bit his lip, his breathing heavy and erratic. His python robe trembled, as if accumulating something.
The Emperor stood still for a while, sighed, and began walking toward me.
“Your child understands!” The Twelfth Prince suddenly shouted, abruptly halting the Emperor’s steps.
The yellow boots slightly turned, the hem of the dragon robe drawing an eerie arc.
“Your child also knows that in Your Majesty's eyes, there are only the Third and Seventh Brothers. From childhood to adulthood, the other brothers have always been left with the scraps.” The Twelfth Prince knelt upright, his square face revealing deep resentment. “Other matters aside, this is the first time in twenty years that I have truly liked someone. I repeatedly begged Your Majesty for marriage. Then, when you sent me to suppress the pirates, I went with great joy, thinking that upon returning victorious, my wish would be fulfilled. And what was the result?!”
He faced the Emperor's wrath, roaring, “You gave her to the Third Brother, the Third Brother!” His voice echoed through the hall, seeping through the curtains and drifting outside.
“If the Third Brother truly treated her well, I would accept it. But, but...” He panted, his eyes bloodshot, “All I found upon my return was a black coffin!”
“Moran.” The Emperor's voice was like a taut kite string.
“Does Your Majesty know how many sleepless nights I endured?”
“Moran.” The string grew tighter, nearly snapping in the wind.
“It's not easy, it's not easy for me to see her again, this flower was almost destroyed by that beast surnamed Qiu.”
It was said that Young Lord Qiu became infatuated with a beautiful courtesan, none other than Pan'er.
“Women of the brothels have this fate.” The Emperor responded without mercy.
“She is not a prostitute!” The Twelfth Prince said firmly, “Pan'er is the daughter of the late scholar Hao Tingzhao. If not for the harm caused by treacherous villains leading to a family tragedy, how could she have fallen into prostitution?” The words 'treacherous villains' were deliberately emphasized, seemingly hinting at something.
The yellow boots wavered imperceptibly, then firmly settled.
“Your Majesty knows well whose man Mr. Qiu is. He publicly humiliated Pan'er, who resembles the Third Sister-in-law, not for any other reason but to embarrass the Third Brother.” The Twelfth Prince tightened his fists again, producing a crisp bone sound. “Such vile tactics, even if the Third Brother is indifferent and can tolerate it, I cannot!”
He raised his head, his lips curved: “Even if I break him, I have no regrets, only hating that my hand was too light and didn't crush him with one punch!”
“Wretched thing!” The bright yellow boots spun and heavily struck the Twelfth Prince's abdomen.
His face turned pale, his throat rising and falling. A trace of crimson slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, yet he still wore a chilling smile.
“Cough... cough...” The dragon robe trembled violently as the Emperor picked up a cup of tea, the cup clinking with a clear sound. “Beauty brings calamity; she cannot be kept.” His voice was cold and wavering.
“Father!” The Twelfth Prince's complexion changed abruptly. He crawled forward on his knees, grabbing the dragon robe. “Is Father really so heartless?”
The coughing was forcibly suppressed, the edge of the Emperor's robe subtly trembling.
“Father, this is the second request I've made of you in twenty years.” His voice softened, begging, “Please spare Pan'er, will you?”
Silence reigned above; the Emperor did not speak.
“Father!” He buried his head in the dragon robe, his voice thick with nasal tones, “I beg you, Father, your son begs you, Moran begs you.”
The Emperor coughed coldly and hummed, “If I let you exchange military merit for her life, would you still beg?”
“I would!” The Twelfth Prince hastily replied, “Your child is willing to trade the merits of this naval battle for Pan'er's life.”
“Moran, you have truly disappointed me greatly.” The Emperor murmured softly.
So that’s how it was. I closed my eyes, instantly comprehending. Just one Pan'er had destroyed the brotherly bond between the Twelfth Prince and the Third and Seventh Princes, severed the possibility of the Twelfth Prince contending for the throne, and firmly controlled this valiant younger brother within his grasp.
Effortlessly, without lifting a finger.
Yunzhi, you truly astound.
“Very well, I grant it.”
“Father!” The Twelfth Prince was ecstatic, “Your child kowtows in gratitude for Your Majesty's great favor!”
The sigh above, faint and fleeting, disappeared like ripples on the river surface.
“Feng Shaochu.” The gritted teeth sounded, startling me to open my eyes abruptly.
“Your servant is here.” I bowed low, the imperial robe coming into view.
“And you? Are you willing to exchange fame and fortune for a beauty's heart?”
The cold tone pierced my ears like cold rain on my heart. Encountering Sister on the road was indeed a conspiracy.
“For now, I am unwilling.” I answered clearly.
“Oh?” The Emperor's voice rose leisurely, “For now?”
“This servant is still young, love and affection are like sour green plums to me, unable to withstand chewing. Thus, naturally, I am unwilling.” I lifted my head, looking straight into his eyes, “If in the future this green plum ripens into sweet fruit, or brews into a jar of nectar, perhaps when I am enchanted and intoxicated, I might willingly agree.”
I am not the Twelfth Prince, difficult to move with familial affection. To say yes would undoubtedly be seeking death. Losing prospects is minor; harming Sister is major. To say no, given the Emperor's suspicious nature, he might suspect I am trying to cover up. Only a mixture of truth and falsehood is the best strategy.
“Green plums?” The Emperor raised his eyebrows, “Hmph, I thought they had long since ripened into rotten fruit.”
My heart skipped a beat, my scalp suddenly cold.
He picked up several memorials from the imperial desk and hurled them at me.
“Look, take a good look, these are all accusations against you! What about your homosexual tendencies, what about seizing beauties on the street!”
I lowered my head, silently enduring the Emperor's fury.
“Success at a young age inevitably leads to arrogance! Do you think the position of Minister of Revenue is destined for you alone?”
Something was off. I suddenly snapped out of it and looked up. Anger hadn't reached his eyes; the Emperor was clearly putting on a show. Because the position of Minister of Revenue wouldn’t be given to me anyway, it was an unspoken fact between us. Now he intentionally revealed flaws, clearly telling me the intention of the hidden puppet master, fearing I’d take the lucrative post.
But he could have ignored it; why summon me in for a lecture?
Glancing again, his anger was fake, but the chill was real. Amidst the coldness, strange hues appeared, making him even more unfathomable.
He seemed to tread with a thousand pounds, slowly walking between me and the Twelfth Prince: “As a son, defying your father and neglecting ambition. Ling Moran, I order you to kneel at the Imperial Ancestral Temple. For each day the heir of the Qiu family remains bedridden, you shall not rise.”
“Your child respectfully obeys Your Majesty's command.”
The tip of the boot turned to me, the Emperor's voice fell heavily like hailstones: “As a minister, behaving outrageously and dissolutely.”
I slowed my breathing, awaiting punishment.
“The Assistant Minister of Rites, Feng Shaochu, is fined half a year's salary.”
Not possible, a pain struck my heart, as if a piece of flesh had been torn away.
“Additionally, fifty strokes in the court.”
This time, flesh would truly be torn. Was this performance necessary, or did he have another motive?
My heart pounded like a drum, cold sweat seeping from my hands.
“Your Majesty!” It wasn't good; it was my brother's voice.
In an instant, I understood piercingly, a chilling sensation sweeping over me.
“Father!” Yunzhi's voice overshadowed my brother's tone. “Twelfth Brother acted impulsively; please lighten his punishment, Father.”
“The Twelfth Prince's crime does not warrant this!” Lord Luo also spoke up.
“The Young Lord Qiu is already out of danger; please forgive the Twelfth Brother, Father.” The Seventh Prince chimed in, appearing somewhat insincere.
“Please reconsider, Your Majesty!” The crowd outside unanimously echoed.
The Emperor intended to scare the tiger to shake out the forces behind me. Fortunately, Yunzhi was smart enough; one sentence covered my brother's sincerity. Almost letting the Emperor succeed, almost.
The study fell silent, the winter sun penetrating through the window, coldly illuminating our bodies. Shadows stretched long on the ground, oppressive silence making me uneasy.
“Ling Moran shall kneel until tonight at the hour of Xu. Feng Shaochu shall receive thirty strokes at the Gate of Heaven, no further discussion allowed!”
...
Near noon, a crowd gathered at the Gate of Heaven, rivaling the morning court session. Rarely seen excitement.
The eunuch in charge of punishment bowed to me, “Master, please.”
I glanced at the gate and slowly lay down. The bluestone on the ground exuded coldness, its texture shallow and broken, like severed strings of a zither.
“Place the rod!” Accompanied by a shrill cry, a five-finger-thick solid wood rod struck the ground in front of me with force.
“By royal decree, Assistant Minister of Rites Feng Yunqing receives thirty strokes, pants not removed.”
I blankly stared at the ground. Old Man Wei apparently had his pants removed for eighty strokes. Not removing my pants—could this be considered fortunate amidst misfortune?
“Ai”
“No spectacle!”
Sighs echoed from outside the door.
“Master Assistant Minister.” The eunuch bent down, whispering, “Not removing winter clothes can already withstand a few strokes. Please endure, Master.” As he spoke, he took out silk ribbons intending to bind me.
“No need.” I waved my hand, “I won't move.”
“Yes...” He straightened up and retreated two steps, “Raise the rod!”
Judging from the fact that Old Man Wei still couldn't get out of bed till today, it was evident how severe these rods were. I counted my heartbeats, my hands and feet growing cold with tension.
Don't be afraid, I consoled myself, secretly channeling qi to protect my body.
Here it comes!
Suddenly, a thousand jin slammed down. The sudden pain blanked my mind, and the accumulated internal energy dissipated instantly.
“One!”
Unlike the icy chill of a sword piercing bones, the heavy rod striking my buttocks ignited a burning fire.
“Two!”
Head and feet shook simultaneously, making my heart tremble.
“Three!”
“Four!”
The marrow-splitting pain ignited a fuse, spitting sparks that crept upwards. Wherever it passed, pores shuddered, and fear seeped into my muscles. As the pain spread, my limbs gradually lost sensation, leaving only a burning numbness. My forehead throbbed, as if something wanted to burst out of my skull. Before reaching ten strokes, I was drenched in sweat, my breathing erratic.
“Eighteen!”
“Nineteen!”
The palace servants alternated shouting numbers, their voices beginning to tremble.
“Twenty!”
I licked my lips—they were cold. Yet my body felt as if engulfed in flames, scorching pain, bone-wrenching agony.
“Twenty-one!”
Why did the Emperor punish me so harshly? Was he afraid I'd become arrogant with favoritism?
“Twenty-two!”
The accumulated pain felt thousands of feet high, teetering on the brink, as if I might fall and shatter at any moment.
“Twenty-three!”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to utter a single moan. With each stroke, my gums seemed to bleed, a faint sweetness spreading in my mouth.
From the start, it was as if I had been led step by step into this trap. Who was hiding behind the scenes? What did he want from me? Or what did he intend to take away?
Up to this point, I still didn’t know. And the most terrifying part was precisely this uncertainty. The chill in my heart merged with the burning pain in my body, surging like a flood, gradually devouring my will. The patterns on the bluestone began to blur, heaven and earth seemed to merge chaotically, and the surrounding scenery slowly faded.
“Thirty...” The palace servant's voice drifted near and far, distorted in my ears.
“Strokes completed!”
I couldn’t feel my body, only sensing my blurred vision slowly rising.
“It's over, Master. We'll send you to the Meridian Gate. Your servants are waiting there.”
Fine silken strands brushed before my eyes; my tied hair had already loosened.
It felt as if I were sealed in a suffocating jar, struggling in panic. At some point, I felt a surge of warmth and regained some spirit.
“Alas, Master, did you bite your tongue?!” The deafening exclamation brought back more of my consciousness. “I told them, no one can endure thirty strokes without a sound. Please don't torment yourself so much.”
“Master!”
“Master!”
My blurred vision slowly scanned the surroundings, and with great effort, I managed to part my lips: “Liu Jing, Mao Cai.”
“Master, don't speak, please don't speak.” On the left was Brother Bai Tu, his voice trembling with tears.
“Esteemed eunuchs, please allow us to take over.” Lu Wen's voice was much gentler than usual.
“Then we trouble the two esteemed officials.”
The scenery before my eyes suddenly shifted; I had been carried horizontally without realizing it. Had I become so weak? I was trained in martial arts—how could I be so fragile?
“Tsk tsk, such a delicate beauty truly breaks with just a touch.”
“How could those eunuchs bear to strike? Truly heartless.”
Whether I wanted to hear them or not, those rustling voices rudely intruded into my ears.
“Master, please hold on.” Lu Wen softly consoled, “We are not far from the Meridian Gate.”
“It's all because the Seventh Prince didn't want to see you well.” Brother Bai Tu still had a sob in his voice, “Today, as soon as you entered the Gate of Heaven, I heard members of the Seventh Prince’s faction in the Ministry of Works snickering. They said you wouldn’t return alive today.”
Was the Seventh Prince the mastermind behind this conspiracy? My mind was a tangled mess, leaving me confused.
“And there were many from the Third Prince's faction watching earlier. I heard what they said.” Lu Wen's tone was indignant, grinding his teeth, “Hmph, one day we will retaliate.”
My line of sight kept shaking, unable to find focus.
“Don't shake.” I parted my lips and whispered.
“What?” Brother Bai Tu cautiously approached, “Master, what did you say?”
“Don't shake.” I took a deep breath, straining to speak, feeling as if my internal organs were being rearranged.
“I'm not...”
“Liu Jing!” Lu Wen's tone suddenly rose.
“Yes, yes, it's me who's shaking, it's me who's shaking.” He spoke quickly, revealing traces of guilt.
My vision shook even more violently, everything before my eyes jittering without pause.
“Don't shake anymore.” A warm, sweet liquid trickled from the corner of my mouth, and I angrily reminded him.
“I'm sorr...y, Master... sorry...”
Alas, why was he crying again? I wasn’t scolding him.
“...”
Why was Lu Wen also getting teary-eyed? What was going on? I couldn’t understand.
“Master!”
It was A Lu; I blankly looked toward the source of the voice.
“How could you end up like this!”
Were we at the Meridian Gate already? Leaving the gate during duty hours without permission could result in a recorded absence and salary deduction. Neither of them came from wealthy families, yet they treated me with such dedication.
“Please take good care of Master Feng.” Brother Bai Tu sobbed, “After work, He Meng will come visit Master again.”
“We have your back in the court, Master, please rest assured.”
I wanted to smile but couldn’t move my lips. Faintly hearing them leave, I realized my vision was still shaking, and even more violently—it turned out I was the one trembling all along.
“A Lu.”
“Hmm?”
“Today I realized how weak I am.” I whispered into his shoulder, “Thirty strikes and I was done for. Wei Lao endured eighty on his bare skin.”
“Pfft, he barely made it, and you're comparing yourself?”
“At least he made it out of the Meridian Gate alive. If it were me, I would’ve already kicked the bucket.” I mocked myself.
“My Master, you’re still stronger. That old man didn’t talk as much as you when he was dragged out.”
With A Lu saying that, even the dead could probably come back to life. I closed my mouth and obediently let him stuff me into...
A sedan chair?! How could I possibly “sit” in a sedan chair like this? Fool, fool. Before I could catch my breath to speak, I caught a faint scent of medicinal herbs.
“Xiuyuan...” My lips were gently wiped, and I blinked hard, regaining my drifting focus.
Through the fog, his figure appeared hazy, reduced to a faint halo.
“Isn’t this a sedan chair?” I nestled against his chest, mumbling softly.
“Mm, it's a carriage.” His voice was unsteady, as if suppressing some emotion, “Only enough room for you and me.” His warm palm covered my eyes, “No need to force yourself, relax, Qingqing.”
His presence enveloped me like an invisible spring rain, quietly extinguishing the flames of fear in my heart.
Closing my eyes, I savored this rare peace.
Suddenly, a gentle tug at my waist startled me, and I opened my eyes wide in panic: “Xiuyuan...”
“Flogging can easily damage bones; let me take a look.” His voice was unusually soft, his tone flowing warmly, “Don't be afraid, I’m a doctor, just a doctor.”
This gentle tone made one unconsciously sigh, nearly making me agree. But just nearly—I quickly found that strand of reason.
Regaining some sensation in my fingers, I instinctively grabbed the waistband: “No.”
“Qingqing.” His voice was like a spring breeze, soothing the surrounding air.
“No.” My resolve was firm.
“Alas.” He sighed lightly, swiftly and accurately pressing my acupoints.
The belt slipped away from my fingers, leaving me powerless, a complex mix of numbness and emotion swirling in my heart, flooding my cheeks, and reverberating in my mind.
Doctor, please go easy, spare me some dignity.
In the moment the burning skin met the cold air, I blissfully sank into unconsciousness...
...
Waking several times in dreams, all I heard were cries.
“...How could a perfectly healthy person end up like this...”
It was Sister-in-law; I could hear but not see her, my eyelids too heavy to open.
“Even in sleep, you frown; does it hurt so much?”
A cool fingertip brushed my brow.
“After your brother visited you, he locked himself in his study as soon as he got home. Though he doesn’t say it, I know he feels guilty and pained.”
My whole body burned with heat, and my cracked lips moved involuntarily. Soon after, a damp gauze moistened the corners of my mouth, the clear water like a sweet spring relieving the dryness in my body.
Suddenly, a cool sensation on my buttocks was followed by searing pain coursing through my body, stiffening my limbs.
“Sister-in-law is cleaning you. If it hurts, cry out; don’t endure it, don’t hurt yourself...”
I relaxed my nerves but instinctively couldn’t make a sound. The returning pain was worse than before, instantly swallowing my consciousness...
“Qingqing, wake up, Qingqing.”
My body was shaken repeatedly, and I gradually emerged from the haze.
“Yan'er, be gentler.”
“I’ve been gentle enough, sister. She’s been unconscious for three days; if she doesn’t eat soon, she might ascend to immortality.”
“So noisy.” I struggled to pry open my eyes, seeing two blurry figures by my side gradually becoming clear.
“She’s awake, she’s awake!” A face suddenly leaned down, filling my vision, “Qingqing, you’re too fragile. Thirty strikes and you’re in such a state. Remember when I was whipped fifty times with thorny branches by Grandpa, I only lay in bed for two days.”
How could thorny branches compare to rods? Besides, you cried and screamed to high heaven back then.
I lethargically lay in bed, rolling my eyes at her, “I’m hungry.”
“Yan'er, quickly help Qingqing sit up.”
Hmm? Why were Sister’s eyes so red?
My lower body felt like it collided with something, and the pain I had just managed to subside began spreading again.
“Gently, gently!” I glared furiously.
“I know, I know.” Elder Sister leaned against the foot of the bed, obediently serving as a human cushion, “You rarely practiced internal cultivation techniques properly, and now you’re suffering for it.”
I swallowed a mouthful of porridge, remaining silent.
“Internal cultivation techniques?” Sister blew on the hot steam, offering another spoonful.
“Yes, yes.” Elder Sister tidied my hair, “Our sect focuses on cultivating internal strength, taking twenty to thirty years to achieve minor success. But Qingqing initially took a different path, stubbornly learning a somewhat unorthodox and reckless sword technique.”
The porridge was tasteless in my mouth, my heart calm and flat.
“Plus, when she was ten, she suffered from Qi deviation, damaging her heart meridians, making her body frail. Now she’s endured this beating—it’s truly adding insult to injury, isn’t it?” She tapped my forehead, scolding, “You’re struggling so much to swallow this porridge; you must’ve bitten your tongue again. Open your mouth and let me see!”
Elder Sister was sharp when she needed to be and surprisingly dull when she shouldn’t be. Slowly opening my mouth, the injured part of my tongue trembled under the cool breeze.
“I’ve never seen a more stubborn girl than you! You’re obviously terrified of pain, yet you always endure it.” Elder Sister’s face showed urgency, lightly scolding, “Crying out won’t summon evil spirits! Every time you bite your tongue—if you end up mute, what will you do?”
I hung my head, letting her scold me. Elder Sister wouldn’t understand this subconscious habit. Ten years ago, during the fall of Qian City, facing gravely wounded soldiers still fighting fiercely, I had no right to cry out in pain. Later, stranded at Leiyue Shoal, burdened with immense blood debt, I couldn’t afford to scream, for any sound could lead to being ruthlessly eliminated by the enemy.
Pain—I couldn’t make a sound even if I bit off my tongue. It’s just endurance. Several knives pierce my heart—what’s a little flesh wound? Endure, I can endure, and it’ll pass.
“I’ll blow on it to cool it down more.” Sister puffed her cheeks, blowing repeatedly, her eyes misty with tears, “Here, try a bite.”
“Sister?” I held her wrist, “What’s wrong?”
Her lips pressed together tightly, the water in her eyes finally overflowing: “I’m sorry, Qingqing, I’m sorry… It’s all my fault…”
“No, it’s not because of you.” I urgently sat up, turning to approach, forgetting my injuries momentarily.
My scalp tingled painfully, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to utter a moan.
“Qingqing!”
“You’re twisting your face in pain; why endure it? Just cry out, cry!”
Drenched in cold sweat, I was instantly pressed back onto the bed. Realizing their next move, I finally couldn’t bear the pain and shouted, “No!”
A scholar may be killed but not humiliated—even if it’s not the face, that area has its dignity too!
...
“Never expected that after a few days, Brother Lei would enter officialdom.” I lay in bed, peering through the gaps at the outside of the canopy.
Dressed in a blue robe with a rhinoceros belt, a roaring tiger embroidered on his chest—he was a fourth-rank military officer.
“Lei was enlightened by a few words from you.” Even in formal attire, he couldn’t hide his wild nature, “And in front of Lixue, I don’t want to lose to you.”
“Oh?” Looking at Lei Lifen standing by the bedside, determination etched on his face, I couldn’t help but grin.
“Though Lei once was a pirate, I’m still a man among men. As long as you don’t resort to underhanded tactics, I’ll consider you a brother.” He lifted the bed canopy, his eyes shining as he looked at me, “Let’s compete fairly. Regardless of who wins or loses in the end, our bond remains.” He extended his right palm, “What do you say, Younger Brother Feng?”
“Agreed!” We slapped palms to seal the pact, “A promise is a promise.”
“Splendid!” Lei Lifen laughed brightly, his bruised left eye squinting into a thin line, “He was right; you’re not petty-hearted.”
“He?” Sister?
“Haha, he’s the only one who has earned Lei’s respect.”
“He?” Who? I grew wary, smiling as I probed, “Oh? Who is this capable person who can make Brother Lei show such respect?”
“Not yet.” Lei Lifen glanced at me strangely, then heavily patted my shoulder, “How can you be so weak, like a woman? A real man should be broad-shouldered and muscular to be imposing. Younger Brother Feng, you’re too delicate and pretty. Come aboard my ship for training someday; within two years, you’ll grow strong and regain your manly essence!”
Unable to withstand the force of his mighty palm, my shoulder sagged abruptly. Old wounds unhealed, new pains added—all related to him. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but twitch my lips, beckoning him closer. As his handsome, honey-colored face neared, I bared my teeth in a smile. In the moment he was distracted, my right fist shot out like the wind, striking his intact right eye fiercely.
“One thing he got wrong—I’m actually very petty-hearted.”
...
The wounds on my body began to heal, and I lazily lay in bed, listening to the clear recitation coming from behind the screen.
“The Sage deeply considered the world, nothing is more precious than life. Ears, eyes, mouth, and nose are servants of life. During the time of the ancient wise emperor, the harem had only a few women, favored only a few days each month. After the heir was born, the emperor abstained from the harem, dedicating all his efforts solely to state affairs. The truth of the Dao, the strictness of law...”
Was it the sixth day already? Though the burning pain had subsided, it was still difficult to turn over. Since entering officialdom, I believed I had grown increasingly adept, not necessarily flawless in every aspect but at least proficient. Yet this ruthless beating mercilessly shattered my confidence. Compared to physical pain, the mental blow was heavier.
Who was the hidden mastermind? Damn it, damn it.
“Master?” The recitation stopped, and a slender, graceful shadow appeared on the screen, “Master?”
I squinted at the moving shadow, remaining silent.
“Master?”
On the plain silk screen was painted sparse plum branches; a crescent moon hung dimly, the night misty like fog and snow. Only a splash of crimson stood vividly on the branch tips, exuding endless cold beauty.
Under the moonlight, a lone figure stood, hair strands entwining the early plum blossoms, mingling their secrets. “Master?”
The edge of the screen revealed the hem of a cassia-yellow robe; the shadow moved to the gracefully crooked plum tree.
I quietly gripped Soulstealer by my pillow, slowly releasing murderous intent.
One more step, just one more step, and I’d have enough reason to kill you.
He suddenly halted, the hem of his robe fluttering backward like drifting clouds. The shadow on the screen slightly lowered its head, incredibly long lashes trembling faintly. Time seemed frozen; I silently watched the elegant silhouette under the moonlit plum tree, inwardly hoping he wouldn’t cross the line.
As I wished, he paused for a moment before stepping away. The door creaked softly, and a gust of medicinal-scented cold wind rushed in.
“Eh? Why did you stop reading?” It was A Lu, who had gone to fetch medicine.
“Master is asleep.” Yanqiu lowered his voice.
“Sleeping again! These few days have turned her into a pig!” Footsteps approached, and A Lu’s shadow appeared on the screen, “You go out first; come back to read when she wakes up.”
“Indeed.” The door closed once more.
“What a life, sleeping all day and night.” A Lu's shadow grew larger as he approached. “The saying goes, 'Playing the lute to a cow,' but I see it as reading books to a pig.”
I furrowed my brows, about to flare up in anger, when suddenly there was a commotion outside.
“Please stop, Lord Hou.”
“Lord Hou, please stop! My master will not receive any visitors today!”
“Lord Hou...” The voice abruptly stopped as the door opened again.
“Lord Ding.” A Lu exclaimed in surprise.
My face instantly flushed with heat.
“May I ask what brings Your Highness here?” A Lu swiftly moved to block the gap on the left side of the screen.
“To check on her.” The cold voice was decisive and to the point.
My cheeks burned so much that they could have cooked an egg.
“The medicine prescribed by Your Highness worked wonders. Yesterday, Matron Zhang checked, and my master’s wounds have already healed, so there is no need for Your Highness to...”
“Step aside.”
“I won’t let you pass.” I felt grateful looking at A Lu's back, never feeling him so tall before.
Though Xiuyuan didn't say a word, the dangerous silence made A Lu start to tremble.
“Your Highness, allowing you to examine our master's...our master's...our master's...”
A Lu, if you dare utter those words, just try.
“...wounds was out of necessity since we couldn't find a doctor familiar with our master's condition at short notice. But our lord didn’t care about these reasons; he punished me severely after learning about it.” A Lu sobbed, “If you enter again, my life won't be spared. Please, have mercy and leave.”
“Step aside.” Xiuyuan's voice grew colder.
“You! You!” This time, A Lu was clearly trembling with anger, “Have you no consideration for my master’s reputation? Being seen repeatedly by a man will tarnish her honor.”
A Lu, hold on!
“Hmph.” Xiuyuan’s cold voice carried a hint of amusement, laced with confidence, “She is destined to marry me. Her reputation doesn’t matter.”
A Lu's figure suddenly shook, and a streak of pale spring robe flashed from in front of him. I inwardly called out in alarm and hurriedly closed my eyes.
“Pressure points?! How dare you strike my pressure points!” A Lu finally raised his voice, panting heavily, “Oh, you can't go in, you can't go in. Whenever our master hears your name these days, she either pretends to be stupid or pretends to be asleep. Our master does not want to see you.”
“Hehe.” The deep laughter was right beside my ear, startling me, my heartbeat suddenly quickening.
Not even sensing his presence so close—my internal strength cultivation truly fell far behind.
“You know it's out of fear.” His familiar breath warmed my cold cheeks, heating them up instantly.
“If you know, then you shouldn’t embarrass her further. Otherwise, when she finds out, blood will rush to her face again.”
It already had. My chest felt like it contained a little rabbit, thumping rapidly.
“Please have mercy, treat her well, and treat me…” The urgent persuasion broke off, and the room returned to silence.
Then, counting my rapid heartbeats, I felt the weight on my body gradually lighten.
I really didn’t want to endure, but even if I spoke, the outcome would be the same. Might as well pretend to sleep and muddle through this awkward moment.
“The wounds are healing quickly.”
He must be examining me like a piece of pork. Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch between my thighs, a wave of heat rising from below and engulfing my entire body.
“No bones were injured. In three days, you’ll be able to get out of bed.”
I bit my lip tightly, my heart sinking lower and lower, wishing I could sink straight into the ground.
He slowly pulled up my clothes, carefully fastened my belt, and gently covered me with the quilt. But in an instant, his warm breath reached the side of my neck.
“Qingqing's foundation is a bit weak. I’ll write a few prescriptions to nourish your body later.”
Holding my breath, I clearly felt him getting closer. My eyelids involuntarily fluttered slightly, betraying my nervousness.
His warmth pressed softly against me, and he whispered between my lips: “There’s a snake hiding by your side, ready to bite you back anytime.”
Snake? Who? My eyelids fluttered, and I felt uneasy inside.
“Wanna run away?” He held my lips, murmuring hoarsely.
“No.” The moment the sound escaped, I realized I had fallen into his trap.
His laugh flowed like a gentle stream into my mouth, warm as a spring breeze brushing across my teeth. With a flick of his tongue, he struck a chord in my heart, the melody clear and lingering...
...
On the day of Lichun, the winter sun shone brightly, and a few birds chirped outside the window.
My long hair was scattered over the bed. I pushed aside the bed curtain and admired Yuan Zhong's elegant demeanor while he drank tea through the painted screen.
“So, I took this beating on behalf of Yuan Zhong.”
Now holding both the positions of Minister of Personnel and Minister of Revenue, he effectively suspended the Right Chancellor's power.
“One could say that, Yunqing.” He slowly set down his teacup, turning to look at me. Even through the painted screen, I could still feel his steady gaze. “The Wei family has started making funeral arrangements. The days of peace left for you are few.”
“Ah.” I sighed lightly, “Soon, perhaps.”
“Yes, soon.” There was a smile in his tone, “The position of Minister of Rites is destined to be yours.”
I sighed, rubbing my forehead: “In the future, you, I, and Grand Secretary Luo will all become targets of public criticism.”
A few days ago, the King publicly announced reforms for the spring examinations, tax laws, and legal systems, stirring up waves upon waves. On that very day after court, officials came to my residence and cursed me, calling me a treacherous minister who disrupted the state. Some vulgar ones even insulted me as an androgynous rabbit lord. It wasn’t until yesterday that these cursers suddenly fell silent. Upon inquiry, it turned out that they had been drugged while visiting brothels, and several men whose combined ages exceeded two hundred were caught in public indecency, too ashamed to show their faces again.
Rumors circulated that someone in the palace had taken brutal action, but I knew the King had taken the blame again, bearing the brunt for my brilliant and mighty elder brother.
“Among the three reforms, the one for the spring examinations is the most eye-catching.” He stood up, slowly walking toward the screen. His deep purple official robe blended into the painting, adding a mysterious hue to the red plum blossoms under the moonlit night.
“Lighten the emphasis on rituals and strengthen legal systems, abandon poetry and focus on policy exams, discard abstract concepts and emphasize practicality. The anonymous marking system and the floating name system aim for fairness, thus reducing the opposition from middle and lower Hu clans, considering that in past imperial examinations, only a few major families could secure high positions.” His shadow appeared on the painted screen, as if strolling under the moonlight, “Candidates who choose commerce will enjoy half-off annual taxes. Thus, the issue of redundant candidates filling positions will be resolved.”
“Mm, in the past, a large portion of successful candidates couldn’t become officials due to limited positions, only replacing one leaving position. To fill vacancies sooner, scholars would bankrupt themselves bribing upper Hu clans. Once appointed, they had no choice but to obey orders. This vicious cycle strengthened the power of a few major families. Encouraging literati to engage in commerce can alleviate these issues, accelerate the integration of poor clans and Hu clans, and promote commercial prosperity, aligning perfectly with your tax reform, Yuan Zhong.”
“In the current fragmented Shen Kun, merchants have more advantages. Commerce travels far and wide, bringing more convenience to Qing Country. You, I, and Grand Secretary Luo are all working toward the same goal.” His tone grew excited, “We want to build an empire, a strong dynasty.”
“Yes, the empire needs not scholars of classical studies, nor romantic poets, but loyal subjects, practical people.” I propped up my nearly numb arm, watching his shadow pass through sparse plum branches and step out of the painted screen.
“Yuan Zhong...” I looked at him, his chest rising and falling, unable to hide his joy, momentarily stunned.
“Yunqing, I knew you understood me.” Bright smiles adorned his brow, and he quickly stepped to my bedside, gazing intensely at me, “You’ve always understood me so well.”
His clear eyes rippled, unable to calm for a long time.
“Yuan Zhong, Grand Secretary Luo understands you too.” I spoke tactfully.
“Different.” His gaze wandered over my cheeks, making me unconsciously touch my mask to ensure no flaws were exposed.
“Yes, our ages are similar, naturally different.”
“Yunqing, do you still intend to hide from me?” A trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, his gaze slowly settling on my neck.
I tucked the blanket corner, hiding the skin beneath my face: “So you’ve known all along.”
“I’ve known for a long time.” His tone tightened, as if enduring something, or anticipating something.
Yuan Zhong, sorry, even if you know, I cannot admit it. Your feelings for me are too complex; I can't bear it.
Thinking this, I raised my eyebrows and smiled: “Then I must return it to its rightful owner.”
He frowned, looking at me in confusion.
I took out a torn male handkerchief from under my pillow and handed it directly to him: “Here, yours.”
Yuan Zhong’s complexion paled slightly, staring unwaveringly at me.
“There’s your name on the edge.” I arched my eyebrows.
“Where did you get it from?”
I looked at the red plum blossoms on the painted screen: “It was left in the bridal carriage on Laba Festival. I feared it would cause trouble and bring unnecessary complications to you, Yuan Zhong.” I slightly turned my gaze, looking at him indifferently, “So I secretly hid it. I didn’t expect you to find out.”
The blue handkerchief was burnt and tattered, the charred edges stained with Dong Huiru’s blood. I had wanted to return it to him for a long time but kept forgetting. Fortunately, it came in handy today, resolving my crisis.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and snatched the handkerchief: “I have nothing to do with her.”
“Rest assured, Yuan Zhong. Since I’ve concealed this for you, I won’t let a third person know.”
“Yunqing, you should understand my meaning.” He gritted his teeth.
“Mm, I understand.” I laughed heartlessly, though I could only laugh like this.
“Fine, I won’t force you. I’ll wait for the day you tell me the truth.” After speaking, he turned and walked away, taking two steps forward before stopping, “Recently, the Ministry of Rites has been unstable. Delay attending court as much as possible; don’t rush.”
What happened? I felt a slight suspicion in my heart.
“Additionally, the end-of-year cabinet lacks manpower. I’ve arranged for some Cold Clan editors from the Academy of Literature to help. Tell them to be careful in their work and avoid giving anyone a handle.”
This assistance meant they wouldn’t return, quite a covert job transfer.
“Mm, oh yes, Yuan Zhong.” I called out to detain him. He slowly turned around against the light, his eyes flashing with brightness, “Today, He Meng from the Ministry of Works volunteered for an external assignment to supervise the Chi River project in Chongzhou. I’m afraid that people from the Third Prince and Seventh Prince’s factions in the Ministry of Revenue will manipulate the funds. Please take care of it for me, Yuan Zhong.”
His clear eyes dimmed instantly, his gaze sliding once more to my neck: “Alright, I promise you.”
“Thank you.”
“Yunqing.”
“Mm?” I burrowed into the blanket.
“When will you start caring for me?”
He chuckled softly and turned to leave, leaving me to sigh alone.
Yuan Zhong, besides being sorry, I am still sorry. I will not confess to you; keeping this unspoken truth is better for both of us.
“Master, it’s time to take your medicine.” A Lu entered the inner chamber and handed me the medicine bowl.
I pinched my nose and swallowed it in one gulp.
“And your Adam's apple?” He pointed to my neck and asked quietly.
Adam's apple? I touched my throat and felt only smoothness.
“Fortunately, Secretary Yu is one of us. Even if you reveal your true form in front of him, it’s not a big problem.” A Lu sighed, stealing a glance at my left wrist. I squinted my eyes and stared directly at him, and his gaze instinctively avoided mine.
“There’s a snake hiding by your side, ready to bite you back anytime.”
Reflecting on Xiuyuan’s words, doubts began to rise in my heart. Yawning, I casually lowered my eyes: “A Lu, I heard Wei Jiyan is about to pass away.”
“Yes, yes, his family has already begun preparations for the funeral.”
“The Wei residence is on Jinxiu Street, right?” I licked the bitter medicine from the corner of my lips.
“That’s right, correct.”
“Two deaths within a month on Jinxiu Street, the feng shui is really not good.” I looked at the prayer beads on my wrist and slowly uttered a sentence, “Between the deceased Huang and Wei Jiyan, who was older?”
“That...” He pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his palm, “It seems the elderly Mr. Huang was older.”
“Oh?” I lifted my eyes coldly, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Really, that Mr. Huang was older?” I smiled insincerely.
A Lu's eyes darted nervously: “Sure.”
I gasped in fury, trembling all over: “That day, you said there was a funeral procession on Jinxiu Street but didn’t mention the family’s surname. Today, I casually assigned a Huang surname, and without finding it strange, you went along with my story. A Lu, you’ve exposed a flaw!”
He bit his lip, his face ashen, his gaze fixed on the ground.
I raised my hand and smashed the medicine bowl on the ground: “Go! Call your master here for me!”
I closed my eyes and collapsed onto the bedding.
Yunzhi, Yunzhi, we need to settle this score!
After an unknown amount of time, light footsteps approached. I suddenly opened my eyes to see that red figure standing by the painted screen.
“You still can’t fool me.” A lonely sigh echoed in the quiet room.
I half-supported myself, my arms trembling: “Why? Yunzhi, why exactly?”
“Lei Lifen is a talent; it’s a pity for him to remain a bandit.” He leaned lazily against the painted screen, answering indifferently.
“You found out about my sister and Lei Lifen’s past?”
“Yes.”
“You had A Lu take my prayer beads to invite my sister, and the detour excuse allowed us to meet. Knowing that although I defend my own, I wouldn’t act rashly, you wanted me to enlighten Lei Lifen?”
“Yes.”
He answered decisively, without a moment’s hesitation.
“Just like how you used Pan’er to control the Twelfth Prince, you also wanted to use my sister to bind Lei Lifen. But you know Lei Lifen is like a wild horse; giving him what he wants too early will only send him back to the wilds. So you let him see but not obtain. And you gave him a competitive target, which is me, right?”
“Right.” He raised his bright eyes, looking directly at me.
“You knew full well that recently I’ve been in the spotlight, and even the smallest issue would be exploited by the Third and Seventh Princes, yet you still used me.” I enunciated each word, my heart aching faintly, “Yunzhi, why?”
He sighed, his handsome eyes reflecting unreadable emotions: “I wanted to use them to protect you.”
I frowned, speechless for a moment.
“Because before yesterday, being in charge of the Ministry of Rites was akin to a death sentence, so I couldn’t let you stay in court.”
What? The ball of doubt in my heart grew larger.
“I originally thought Father would only punish you with house arrest for reflection. After all, my move played right into his hands, and he wouldn't want you to die.” He took a step forward, blocking the winter sun from the window, “But just then, Twelfth Brother caused a major incident, almost crippling Qiu Qiming. On the surface, it seemed like two unrelated events, and Father conveniently punished you severely. But later, when I looked at Father's expression, it seemed as if he intentionally targeted you,” he said, his eyes rippling slightly, “Qingqing, have you recently done or said something inappropriate that made Father want to teach you a lesson?”
My heartbeat stopped. That day on the hundred-foot-high tower, I deliberately provoked the King's murderous intent to implicate Minister Nian. This old fox probably figured it out afterward; this beating was a warning not to manipulate the King’s intentions, wasn't it?
“I didn't expect Father to be so ruthless, giving you a full thirty strokes.”
“Why do you say that those who were in charge of the Ministry of Rites before yesterday would surely die?” Earlier, Yuan Zhong also mentioned that the Ministry of Rites had been unstable recently and advised me to delay attending court as much as possible.
He sat on the edge of the bed, lifting his robe, his expression growing more solemn, his gaze deep and unfathomable: “Five days ago, Zhu Su volunteered to return to the capital garrison.”
At this time, Brother also avoided it. What exactly was going on?
Could it be!
I abruptly raised my eyes: “Is it about the former Han family?”
“You are indeed very smart,” he glanced with his pupils, a faint smile blooming at the corner of his lips, “Next, listen carefully to what I say, and don't get angry.”
I focused on him, unwavering.
“After the war in the southwest four states of Qianyou, they came under the control of Yong Country. Qian Qiao Zhi was enfeoffed by the King of Yong as the Marquis of Zhongjin, a hereditary title. After Zhu Su killed Qian Qun, the Qian family line ended. Having no choice, Qian Qiao Zhi adopted a son from a branch family. This adopted son is named Qian Tong and has helped him commit many evil deeds.”
Qian Tong? It sounds familiar, but where have I heard it?
“But unfortunately, at the end of this year, Qian Qiao Zhi, who is over sixty, had a son, a biological son.” His handsome face carried a touch of mystery, “Qian Qiao Zhi wants to pass the title to his biological son but fears interference from his increasingly powerful adopted son. So, he secretly sent a letter to his old acquaintance, King Ming, offering to help him usurp the throne. In return, King Ming only needs to ensure the wealth and status of his biological son.”
“This Qian Tong has slaved away for decades, waiting for Qian Qiao Zhi’s death so he can legitimately inherit the Qian family and control the prosperous southwest. But now, Qian Qiao Zhi, in his sixties, has unexpectedly fathered a biological son. Not only does Qian Tong see the duck fly away from his grasp, but he also has to beware of his father’s potential harm, truly in a precarious situation. Meanwhile, Qian Qiao Zhi, facing an adopted son who has grown into a force that can rival him, is also at a loss. Thus, both sides are at a stalemate.”
Yunzhi paused briefly and continued: “Meanwhile, Qingqing, you cleverly repelled King Ming’s fifty thousand troops in Fancheng. King Ming Chen Shao knows that this defeat will give others ammunition, and the King of Yong will use this to weaken the feudal lords and punish them. So, on his way back, King Ming passed through the four states of the Qian family and held secret talks with Qian Qiao Zhi to strike first and usurp the throne beforehand. If King Ming succeeds, Qian Qiao Zhi will certainly get what he desires. Therefore, Qian Tong secretly defected to the King of Yong, wanting to take a gamble. However, with King Ming gaining the upper hand in the civil war within Yong, Qian Tong, fearing losing everything, devised another plan: to defect to our country.”
“What a fine plan.” I interjected, “This way, even if the King of Yong loses, he won't lose out and can rely on Qing Country. If the King of Yong wins, he can betray us and still become the Marquis of Zhongjin.”
“Right.” Yunzhi leaned down, his smile full as he stared intently, “Although Father understands Qian Tong's thoughts, he is unwilling to give up the rich lands of the four southwestern states. Hence, he decided to take a gamble. Qian Tong came under the pretext of diplomatic relations, and Father naturally assigned someone from the Ministry of Rites. Coincidentally, the position of Minister of Revenue is vacant, and you are a highly favored figure. Third Brother and Seventh Brother's people will definitely jointly recommend you to meet with Qian Tong.”
I curled my lips, smiling faintly: “Perfect, right into my hands.”
“No.” He sternly said, “Knowing your temperament, I went to great lengths to confine you to the residence.”
“You!” Old and new grievances blocked my chest. Ignoring the pain in my body, I forced myself to sit up and look him in the eye, “You know how much I want to eliminate this cancer, how much I want to pull out this thorn, so why did you do this?”
“Those who go are doomed to die!” He spat through clenched teeth, “Not to mention Qian Qiao Zhi's murderous intent, even Qian Tong is half-hearted, ready to change his stance anytime. The Qian territory is like a dragon's den and tiger's lair; I can't save you from so far!”
“To slay dragons and tigers, I don’t need your help.” I replied tearfully, “Do you know what I’ve trained this body for over the past ten years, seeking speed and ruthlessness despite damaging myself? Do you know what nightmares I can't erase or escape from over these ten years? That old scoundrel Qian Qiao Zhi destroyed my entire family; do you know how much I want to kill him! Even if it's a sea of blades and a forest of fire, I must go!”
I threw off the quilt, struggling painfully to get out of bed. The moment my feet touched the ground, excruciating pain shot through my thighs, and my body instantly slipped.
“Qingqing.” A faint musky scent filled my nose as he held me in his arms.
“It's too late.” His voice carried a trace of laughter, “The person selected from the Ministry of Rites left yesterday, personally seen off by me.”
My throat felt choked, and I stared at him without blinking. One by one, the taut nerves snapped, and I fiercely swung my palm, striking his chest heavily.
A fine drizzle fell from my eyes. Through the misty haze, I saw a trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth.
“I'd rather you hate and resent me than watch you walk to your death. Even if given another chance, I would do the same.”
“But such protection, I'd rather not have.”
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