La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 67

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Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Good Marriage, But a Tremendous Turn of Events

In April of the year 221, Princess Fengxue perished at White Bone Cliff at the young age of eighteen. Upon hearing the news, the Emperor was overcome with grief and died a few days later when he was critically ill.

With Fengxi leaderless and its only heir, Fengxue, having died young, court officials urged Situ Xingyun to ascend the throne. At this time, the eunuch Lan presented the emperor's will. The edict read: "Situ Xingyun, the princess's husband, is of noble character and closely resembles me. He is sure to be able to inherit the great lineage. He is hereby appointed to succeed me as emperor."

In May of the year 221 in Fengxi, Situ Xingyun offered sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, and to the ancestors of Fengxi. In the same month, Situ Xingyun ascended the throne, continuing the reign title of the previous emperor.

In June of 221, Situ Xingyun posthumously honored Princess Fengxue as Empress Wenshu and Shuangdie as Consort Die. In the same month, Situ Xingyun built the "Nianxue Tower" to commemorate the Empress.

In July of 221, Situ Xingyun granted a general amnesty, and the people shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

The Imperial Palace.

Nianxuelou.

Situ Xingyun, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, stood at the highest point of Nianxue Tower, gazing into the distance.

Nianxue Tower was built very tall, and it could be said to be the tallest building in the palace and even the capital.

Under his very nose, the entire country was at his command.

But in his dark, jade-like eyes lay a faint loneliness and a touch of sorrow, even though the whole world now belonged to him.

The night sky is filled with stars; tonight should be a beautiful spring night with flowers and moonlight over the river.

But there is a sorrow in my heart, a sorrow that can never be erased.

He looked up at the starry sky.

A fiery red dress, captivating silver eyes, a face of unparalleled beauty… all flashed before his eyes, finally transforming into a falling meteor, disappearing into the sky with its former brilliance. But what remained deep in his heart was that scarred face and those clear, bright eyes. Even after the vicissitudes of life, these would remain eternal memories.

Suddenly, he let out a bitter laugh.

That silver hue obscured his eyes and clouded his understanding of the truth.

He knew that the silver hue had gradually faded and replaced his own the moment he saw those clear eyes. But…

There were too many ties between them, too many conflicts, too many missed opportunities... and his yearning for supremacy...

Therefore, he was unwilling to admit it and preferred to deceive himself.

If he had admitted the truth sooner, would the outcome have been different, regardless of whether the silver figure was her or someone else?

But there are no "what ifs" in this world!

His pupils contracted sharply, shooting out a metallic coldness and sharpness.

He is the emperor of Fengxi!

This was his choice!

Suddenly, he saw Eunuch Lan looking around in front of Nianxue Tower. He remembered that he had promised Consort Die that he would go to the Butterfly Palace tonight. Thinking of the two butterflies, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. In the darkness, his dark eyes shone even brighter.

He was not unaware of what she had done. However... she was not only pregnant with Fengxi's child, but also a pawn that he could not destroy.

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Good Marriage, Great Changes 2

Departure from the palace.

Jun Wuhen was dressed in black. His face was somewhat thin, and he even had a bit of stubble on his chin. His icy blue eyes were bloodshot.

Below the cliff of white bones, he could not find the one he longed for.

The moment he learned she had fallen into the Cliff of Bones, his heart ached so much he could hardly breathe. For a fleeting instant, he so desperately wanted to strangle Situ Xingyun until she suffocated.

But he cannot.

He knew Yun'er's helplessness and the royal shackles she was bound by.

Even if she were to die, she wouldn't want to see him die, to see the man who ruled the world die. His Yun'er was a princess, and what she hoped for was peace and happiness for all people.

He could do anything Yun'er wanted, no matter how much she hated that man.

He lowered his head, gazing at the smooth mirror, stroking the nineteen pear blossoms reflected on it. Suddenly, a flash of hatred crossed his icy blue eyes.

If Li Jing hadn't received a hint from his wife who had left the palace, he would have undoubtedly devoted himself entirely to winning Yun'er's heart. If he had won her heart, would things have been different?

The candlelight flickered, casting a long, long shadow of his, as if carrying a sense of resolute determination.

He held up the pear-shaped mirror.