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Yuan Hao extra

(one)

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the grass was green, and the water was clear. I was sixteen years old then, a newlywed bride.

Her husband is a high-ranking general of the current dynasty and the greatest warrior of the Great Xia Kingdom.

But this hero, in front of me, showed none of the domineering and murderous aura of someone who had fought on the battlefield. Instead, he was so cautious. He liked to gently hold me in his strong, mountain-like arms and whisper my childhood name, 'Yao'er,' over and over again.

Watching his clumsy yet gentle actions, I always couldn't help but take advantage of him, while he would always just smile sheepishly and be completely obedient.

To be treated with such precious care by my husband, I think I am the happiest woman in the world.

That day, my husband had just won a battle, and among the many spoils he brought back were several sets of Song Dynasty men's clothing, which looked very exquisite and luxurious. On a whim, I put them on and couldn't wait to show them to my husband.

Arriving at the martial arts training ground where my husband usually spends his time, I ran as fast as I could, shouting his name all the way.

As she got closer, she discovered that besides her husband and the soldiers training in the training ground, there was another man.

People say that my husband and I look like a stunning couple when we stand together. My beauty is most famous among the Tangut people, so it's no surprise that my husband is quite handsome.

However, compared to the man beside him, I have to admit that my husband is indeed far inferior.

(two)

The husband said, "Falcon, come quickly and greet my ancestor."

I was so stunned that I forgot to perform the proper salute.

Our ancestor, our Azure Emperor, our first emperor, the most outstanding man in our Great Xia Dynasty, and the most supreme god in our hearts.

I never expected her to be so beautiful.

His fair complexion and elegant demeanor were somewhat reminiscent of the scholars I encountered when I secretly traveled to the Song Dynasty two years ago, reciting poetry and composing verses. However, none of them possessed his exquisitely perfect facial features, his captivatingly bright eyes that could mesmerize at first glance, the unintentional air of dominance he exuded, and the innate kingly aura he possessed from the very core of his being.

This is truly worthy of being our king, the greatest king.

However, I did not lose my composure because of these things.

It was because of the way he looked at me.

Although it was only for a fleeting moment, I was certain that the emotions that flashed in those brown eyes were complex—a mix of surprise, confusion, melancholy, and perhaps even heartache?

Why? I'm sure this is the first time I've seen him, and the first time he's seen me.

"Yao'er, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and apologize to our ancestor!" My husband was worried and nervous when he saw me being so disrespectful in front of the emperor. He pulled me down to kneel.

"It's nothing, General, there's no need to take it to heart." His voice was like a clear spring in the Helan Valley, or a gentle breeze blowing across the grassland, clear and pleasant to hear.

He first helped her husband up, then helped me up, gave me one last deep look, and then left.

Through the thin sleeve, his fingers were strong, yet slightly cool.

(three)

Married life was happy and joyful. I ran on the grassland every day and snuggled in my husband's arms. Before I knew it, three years had passed.

During these three years, her husband led troops to fight against the Song people, winning three battles in a row, and his fame and power were unparalleled.

However, what goes up must come down. Soon after, an imperial edict ordered my husband to be cut in half at the waist.

Everything happened so fast that before I could even react, my husband had already died with resentment in his heart, without leaving any words behind.

I ran desperately to the execution ground, but I only managed to see my husband's body cut in two, and the overwhelming blood, an endless expanse of red.

My husband's eyes were open; he was looking at me, without anger or resentment, only tender love. His eyes held a deep affection he couldn't express, like the thousand days and nights that had passed, when he carefully held me, clumsily stroked me, and foolishly took my 'falcon's'...

I didn't cry. I was staring at him, unblinking. I wanted to remember this.

My husband, twenty years older than me, the husband who cherished me and protected me with all his heart, died like this.

(Four)

I went to the palace to visit the Empress, who is my husband's younger sister.

This earth-shattering upheaval destroyed the once powerful family and also the mother of the nation.

She didn't say anything, nor did she shed any tears; she just held my hand tightly.

Looking at her neurotic and somewhat disoriented expression, I suddenly felt powerless and disgusted. I tried a few times, but couldn't pull my hand away.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, he arrived—my ancestor, the emperor who held the power of life and death.

Three years had passed, and he hadn't changed much in appearance, except that his expression seemed to have become more indifferent, and there was a hint of coldness in his demeanor.

This time, I finally managed to bow in time, prostrating myself on the ground and calling myself the wife of a disgraced official.

"Then you shall stay in the palace and keep the Empress company for a few days!"

My head was spinning, and I dug my nails deep into my palms to calm myself down. Once I calmed down, I heard him leave with those words in a low voice.

He seemed to know me completely.

(five)

Life in the palace was so boring it was lonely.

The Empress remained in a state of mental confusion, showing no improvement. The Crown Prince, on the other hand, spent his days learning martial arts from a group of warriors, shouting and fighting.

I found it irritating, so I often wandered alone through this vast palace.

That night, the sound of a flute was suddenly heard.

Following the mournful and lingering music, I arrived at a secluded little courtyard, in front of which was a lush bamboo grove.

The early autumn evening breeze ruffled the flute player's long robe, and that elegant blue seemed to be about to step into the moonlight.

It was him?

I suddenly remembered that I had overheard some old men in the palace chatting, saying that when my ancestor was young, he liked to dress up as a Song dynasty person and travel around. His favorite thing to wear was a blue robe.

So, when the Song people first met...

"who?"

"I pay my respects to my ancestor. I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment."

"Why aren't you keeping the Empress company? What are you doing here?"

"The sinful woman heard the sound of the flute and, out of curiosity..."

"Can you understand me?"

"No, I just think it sounds nice."

"You're quite honest."

His previously cold voice suddenly softened. I looked up and saw that his long, narrow eyebrows, which always seemed to be slanted, were now slightly downturned.

Is he smiling?

A faint smell of alcohol wafted through the air; apparently, he was drunk.

I mustered my courage and stood up on my own, then went forward and took his arm: "My ancestor, it's late and the night is chilly. Let me help you back to rest!"

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at me: "Your husband is guilty. Now that he has been executed, his wife and children will not be implicated."

"Thank you for your great kindness and compassion, my ancestor."

I lowered my head in fear and trepidation, and tried to prostrate myself, but he grabbed me and said, "You are indeed quite interesting. Starting tomorrow, you will live in the 'Palace Beyond'!"

Since its completion ten years ago, the 'Beyond Palace' has remained vacant for some unknown reason, with only him occasionally staying there for a few days.

I then once again felt deeply apprehensive and said, "Thank you for the grace of my ancestors..."

Are you trying to say you have no way to repay me?

"I……"

"There is ample time."

He uttered this nonsensical remark and walked away. I stood alone in the courtyard for a long time, feeling a chill run through my body, yet it felt as if a fire was burning in my blood.