The exquisite golden Buyao smashed to the ground, and the deep ruby inlaid on it’s top broke and splashed out. The warm blood, slowly soaked along the steps on the cold ground, like the shallow stream that she used to play with barefoot when she was young.
The mistake of entering the palace wall, spinning a cocoon of prosperity.
This Kunning Palace eventually became a tomb where her bones are swallowed and her life is buried.
Out of the window, the sunny sun comes out and shines on the snow. Little by little, it slowly melt to the end…
*
What a long dream. In the dream, the cause and effect of the first life are all chaotic. Only the feeling when the blade passes the neck is extremely clear.
Really painful.
Jiang Xuening thought, if she knew it, she would choose a painless way to die.
"Cough."
In the dream, it seemed that something was pressing on her chest that made her breathless, so she coughed and finally opened her eyes laboriously.
However, what she saw frightened her.
She was lying on a messy bed, or more precisely, between two men. Close at hand, is a handsome and elegant young man's face. His breath almost intertwined with her breath. He even raised a hand to embrace her carelessly.
Jiang Xuening's head was blown up at once.
This scene has to let her remember the time when Yan Lin had just come back from the court and put her under confinement, he always quietly stepped into her palace and made her didn’t have a good sleep…
She threw the man's hand away at once, turned over and got up from the bed.
The young man opened his eyes from his drunken dream, and was surprised at her behavior. He just sat up halfway and stretched out his hand to pull her: "Umm, Brother Jiang, let’s continue to sleep——"
"Presumptuous!"
At least she was once an Empress and even commanded hundreds of officials. Jiang Xuening heard his rude remarks and also saw his unrestrained behavior, and she slapped him in the face completely subconsciously!
“Pa！”
This sound was so loud that it finally startled the teenager in dark robe who was sleeping soundly with a sword on the other side of the soft bed.
He opened his eyes. He has long eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and was enveloped with his own dashing spirits all over. When he saw this scene, he was at a loss for a moment, but then he caught a glimpse of the messy robes of the splendidly clothed young man, the five reddish finger marks on his right cheek, and Jiang Xuening's surprised and angry face.
As if there’s a crashing sound in his mind, the teenager’s senses returned and he instantly stepped forward to block in front of Jiang Xuening’s body, drew his sword out of its sheath, and pressed the tip of the sword against the young man's neck!
Frost covered the facial features that still have some greenness left on it.
He asked with a cold voice: "What did you do to her?!"
On one hand, the young man was surprised that he was so impulsive that he even dared to draw a sword at himself. On the other hand, he was aggrieved and innocent. He couldn't help covering his cheek: "What can I do? This King is not a cut-sleeve[1]!"
The teenager furrowed his brows and his eyes were looking at him suspiciously.
This King…
Jiang Xuening suddenly froze.
Only then did she realize that her whole body was full of alcohol’s smell and found that she was wearing a green robe embroidered with silver thread and bamboo pattern. She was dressed up as a teenage boy. There was also a burning pain on the palm of her hand from when she slapped the person just now.
She was disguising herself as a man.
She is not inside the dream.
The face of the young man being pointed at by the sword, and the figure of the teenage boy standing in front of her, finally emerge from her memory gradually. One was her future husband, the Emperor of the world, now still the King of Linzi[2], Shen Jie. The other was the Shizi[3] from the Marquis Mansion, Yan Lin, who later rebelled and put her under confinement in the deep palace...
[1] cut-sleeve : err, guy liking guy…
[2] Linzi : haven’t found a translation for this one. It’s a district’s name when I googled it.
[3] Shizi : the eldest heir (usually eldest son from the legal wife) that was going to inherit the family’s title.
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