Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 187
Jun Wuhen gave a bitter smile, "Yes. It's all in the past..."
Suddenly, Jun Wuhen seemed to remember something, and a gentle light appeared in his blue eyes. "Yun'er, let me tell you how I fell in love with you, okay?"
Jun Wuhen's voice was gentle. Without waiting for Qingyun's reply, he continued, "It wasn't love at first sight for me. The first time I saw you was in the palace. I stabbed your face then, and blood was flowing freely from your face. At that time, I only saw your eyes, and I was amazed to find them clearer than the waters of the Tianshan Mountains. For the first time, I regretted stabbing you. After returning to the Li Palace, my guilt grew stronger and stronger, so strong that I couldn't find peace. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see were your eyes and the blood flowing freely. Later, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I had people investigate your whereabouts, from the year you came of age until you fell into the White Bone Cliff without interruption. Gradually, I realized that my guilt towards you had changed. But I didn't want to be sure. You know, the Palace Master of the Li Palace must accept the woman shown in the Pear Mirror as his wife, so I suppressed those feelings. It wasn't until your wedding day that I completely broke down. At that time, I wanted nothing more than to go to the Pingyan Prince's Mansion and snatch you back."
A faint glimmer of water shimmered in Jun Wuhen's blue eyes; he seemed lost in that sweet light, unable to be pulled away. He continued, "Do you remember that banquet at the Pingyan Prince's residence? I knew he treated you badly, so I deliberately sent Wusi to provoke him in public. Heh, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have sent Wusi. If I had gone myself, I would have made him so angry he'd bleed from all seven orifices. However, the second time I saw you, you were disguised, and I didn't recognize you at the time. It wasn't until after you left that I realized. I discovered that you had strong feelings for me then, and I was happy, but I knew it wasn't liking or love, just admiration. Later, when we met again, we had already drawn a clear line. I am the Lord, and you are the Princess Consort of Pingyan; these two identities alone are enough to separate us by tens of thousands of miles."
After a pause, Jun Wuhen stared intently at Qingyun and said, "Yun'er, do you know? When I saw you forcing a smile on your birthday, my heart clenched painfully. I wanted to tear him to pieces. Yun'er, do you know? On our wedding day, I thought I was dreaming. I didn't dare blink, afraid that if I did, the dream would end. But..."
Suddenly, Jun Wuhen pounded his leg hard, his voice filled with an unsettling melancholy, "But I married you, yet I didn't know how to cherish you, how to spend time with you. Perhaps that's why I can't have you in this life!"
Jun Wuhen shrugged, his blue eyes shimmering with a misty light, a deep sadness floating within them. He looked tenderly at Qingyun and said, "Yun'er, may I hug you one more time? Just the last time."
Qingyun was deeply shocked, but after the shock came a deep sense of melancholy. She took a deep breath and gave him a smile, "Okay."
Jun Wuhen walked over and gently embraced her, as if he were holding a rare treasure, with such care. He took a deep breath, inhaling her unique scent, something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
"Yun'er, thank you."
Shortly after, Jun Wuhen released Qingyun and immediately turned to walk towards the door. He was afraid he would be unable to resist embracing her again. Not looking at her was the best choice for him! Besides, he should be content with the current situation.
At this moment, Qingyun's voice softly sounded behind Jun Wuhen: "Qingyun is a good girl."
Jun Wuhen trembled, clenching his fists. After a long while, he slowly relaxed them, and his bitter voice echoed in the air: "Some people can only love one person in their lifetime, and I belong to that group. If we meet again in the future, let's ignore each other. If we can't be a devoted couple, then let's be familiar strangers."
Goodbye, my beloved.
Jun Wuhen lightly touched the ground with his toes and disappeared into the morning-lit sky.
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Volume Three: Truth and Falsehood, Palace Intrigue, Old Tales
The fact that Situ Xingyun, Yu Wuxia, and others went to Fengbing Palace was known throughout the entire palace. This included Shuang Die. The Emperor went to escape the summer heat, taking Consort Yu, the princess, and the prince with him, but omitting the real princess, now Consort Die. This made everyone in the palace aware of the Emperor's intention—to tell the world that Consort Die was currently out of favor.
But no matter how much he may not be favored, he is still the only bloodline left by Fengxi, and that identity alone is enough.
However, ever since Xi'er was taken care of by Situ Xingyun and Yu Wuxia, Shuangdie felt lonely every day in the empty palace. She became quite neurotic, and would tense up at the slightest sound. This caused a lot of suffering for the palace maids in Butterfly Palace.
"Zixing, come here to me." Shuangdie frowned and shouted loudly.
Zixing walked over unsteadily. She had just been whipped by Shuangdie a few days ago.
"Your Highness, what are your orders?" Zixing asked, lowering her brows. Not long ago, she had only glanced at Consort Die, and she had been slapped and accused of plotting something sinister.
"I hate tofu the most! Didn't I tell you that tofu is absolutely forbidden from appearing in my meals from now on? Now that I'm out of favor, even you servants are bullying your mistress!" Shuangdie grew angrier as she spoke, her displeasure rising at the sight of the tofu. She simply grabbed Zixing's hair and said fiercely, "It seems I'll have to teach you servants a lesson today, so you'll know what a mistress is and what a servant is!"
"Royal..."
"Slap—" A hard slap.
"You are not allowed to mention that vile woman Yu Wuxia in front of me!"
Zixing sobbed, "Your Majesty, no! Zixing meant to say that the Imperial Chef is the one in charge of today's dishes."
But Shuangdie's slap landed on Zixing's face again, leaving her speechless.
"You dare to talk back? It seems you really want to climb on my back. Guards, drag her out and beat her!" Shuangdie shoved Zixing to the ground with great force.
Then, several guards dragged Zixing out and whipped her without any expression.
"Ah—Your Majesty, Zixing isn't... Ah! Ah! Your Majesty... Ah! Ah! Ah!"
A bloodcurdling scream erupted outside.
Looking at the food on the table, Shuangdie thought of Qingyun and Yu Wuxia, and her mood became even more irritable. She slammed her hand on the table, and the plates and dishes were swept to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Shuangdie's expression suddenly brightened again as she remembered her Xi'er.
Immediately, Shuangdie burst into laughter.
But the next moment, her face darkened again, and her eyes flashed with a vicious silver light.
Fengxi belongs to her Xi'er, and no one can take her away.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
A smug laugh echoed from the Butterfly Palace.
Compared to the tragic state of the Butterfly Palace today, the Snow Palace is much quieter. If the Butterfly Palace is an abyss, then the Snow Palace is a cloud.
Qingyun buried herself in her work at the table, writing furiously, completely absorbed in the task.
Li Ge said she had to try her best not to think about the demonic energy within her, otherwise it would dissipate even faster. So she had to do many, many things to numb her mind and try not to remember it.
Since Li Ge returned from Fengbing Palace, he has been swamped with work and extremely busy. Sometimes Qingyun wondered if Situ Xingyun was doing it on purpose, but Li Ge laughed at her for worrying unnecessarily. Now that he was a prince, he naturally had to serve Situ Xingyun. However, no matter how busy Li Ge was, he would always make time for Qingyun.
The recent prolonged rains had dampened their hopes of visiting the Immortal Valley to inquire about matters with the old immortal. However, today's bright sunshine was a rare treat. Such fine weather was perfect for an outing.
Qingyun put down her brush and looked at the stacks of white paper covered with black ink on the table. She smiled contentedly.