Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 376

I'm holding you on the Bridge of Helplessness, holding the memories you gave me... waiting for you...

No fragrance of flowers, no towering trees

I am a little grass that no one knows.

Never lonely, never troubled.

Look, my companions are all over the world.

Spring breeze, oh spring breeze, you've turned me green!

Sunshine, oh sunshine, you shine upon me.

Rivers and mountains, you have nurtured me.

Mother Earth, you embraced me tightly.

No fragrance of flowers, no towering trees

I am a little grass that no one knows.

Never lonely, never troubled.

Look, my companions are all over the world.

Spring breeze, oh spring breeze, you've turned me green!

Sunshine, oh sunshine, you shine upon me.

Rivers and mountains, you have nurtured me.

Mother Earth, you embrace me tightly—

[Extra 2: Lu Susu]

It is said that a young girl's feelings are like poetry, and they use beautiful language to string together all kinds of short poems.

My sister secretly told me that I will have my own poems in the future.

I laughed, blushing as I didn't want to hear her story, yet I was also curious about it.

I am a lady from a distinguished family, and I conduct myself according to the standards of a young lady from a prominent family. Especially after entering the Royal Academy through the Empress Dowager's favor, I dared not act recklessly. I did everything with utmost care, for fear of offending any princess or prince.

Even so, mistakes can happen. That day, the son of Minister Sun accidentally shot an arrow astray. Coincidentally, my sister bumped into me, and I became the target of the arrow while stunned.

I don't remember trying to dodge; I only knew I was going to die. I closed my eyes and prepared to endure the expected pain.

But when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there. People around me were kneeling in a circle. When I saw the leader's clothes, I quickly knelt down as well: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Sun Jingtian, be careful in the future. This time, we were lucky to have Zi Mo. If Zi Mo hadn't shot your arrow astray, you would have been in big trouble."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Brother Shen."

"Alright, it's getting late. There are matters to attend to in the palace today, so everyone can disperse."

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Your Majesty, long live the Emperor!"

This is my poem, and he made my poem what it is. That day, I didn't even see his face clearly, nor did I hear him speak, but I remembered the Emperor's words, "Shen Ziming." So it was him...

He was a grade above us, and we rarely saw our classmates who were by the emperor's side. But we all knew in our hearts that those who followed the emperor would have unlimited potential in their future official careers.

I am unlikely to be his choice, because my father does not curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, and his official position is not something they would fawn over.

It seems that a relationship between him and me has become impossible.

But since I'm the daughter of an official, chance encounters in life are rare. Yet, he fulfilled my fantasy at that moment, bringing a glimmer of hope to my monotonous life.

He doesn't talk much, and his smile feels cold. I'm even more afraid to get close to him, and I rarely even steal a glance at him.

I know many people secretly admire the Emperor, or rather, they aspire to be the Empress. I used to think that way too, but not anymore. My dreams are no longer naive; I want to grow up, marry him, cook for him, and mature for him.

I grew up and left the palace, so I had no chance to see him anymore, but I would pay special attention to what my brother and father said about him.

My father said that the Emperor intends to arrange a marriage for me.

I felt like crying. Was I no longer even allowed to have this much hope? I was going to get married, just like my sister, moving from one family to another.

"Which young master is the Emperor interested in?"

"I heard it's the fourth young master of the Shen family."

"Shen Zimo?"

"right."

I was suddenly satisfied, truly satisfied. I ignored my father's sigh and my elder brother's surprise. I was getting married, and my husband was very likely to be him. How could I not be overjoyed?

But I can't laugh, because I have a status, and I respect my status. I think the traditional values ingrained in my bones will never change in my lifetime.

Even when laughing, remember to keep it within limits; even when grieving, recognize the situation.

…………………

My mother draped my wedding dress over my shoulders, touched my face, dismissed all the servants, and hugged me, saying, "My dear daughter, you've grown up."

"mother……"

"You must remember not to demand your husband's affection, but to be generous in managing the household and think more about the rest of your life."