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Within three days, the Emperor granted a marriage in the grand hall, uniting the Fourth Prince and Wen Qing, a match that became a celebrated tale.
In the court, Wen Xiang was thus aligned with the Fourth Prince's faction.
Wen Qing was exceptionally gifted; she could speak at seven months old, recognized over a thousand characters before she turned two, and by five, she was composing poetry and music. Her verses were always thought-provoking. By the age of thirteen, her poem "Jiang Jin Jiu" made her famous throughout the city.
While the world marveled at her intelligence and sharpness, I knew her true nature. Her ostentatious displays were merely reflections of an advantage from a future era.
Like me, she had traversed from a hundred years later.
Everyone has their own way of surviving; I could not despise it, nor had I ever considered acknowledging it.
The household became busy again as Wen Qing began to study etiquette behind closed doors before her marriage.
I handed a folded handkerchief to Zhao Hua and wrote down the address to be sent.
The handkerchief contained a rare solution to a game of Go; Third Prince Ye Zixing had proclaimed that any man who could solve it would be his brother, and any woman would be promised as his wife. Ye Zixing's obsession with the game was as frustrating as Wen Yan's silence.
As night fell, the household gradually settled into sleep.
I dismissed the servants and gently opened the window. Before long, a tall figure emerged from the darkness like a ghostly apparition.
This man, who was obsessed with Go, was merely a facade in this world; his only flaw lay in that game of Zhenlong Chess. In my original time, someone had unraveled its secrets, which subtly hinted at military strategy.
If he truly sought peace with the world, he should not have made such proclamations seeking talent.
The Fourth Prince was far behind him in this regard.
Wen Qing had miscalculated this round.
The moonlight gently brushed against the window, filtering through the night and spilling into the room.
When he saw me awake, quietly sitting at the table, his brows lifted slightly, and he understood immediately.
"I didn't expect that the Third Miss would be the one who hides her true self."
Early the next morning, Ye Zixing's betrothal gifts were grandly delivered to the the Chancellor’s Residence gate, accompanied by the imperial decree for marriage from the Emperor.
People on the street pointed and whispered, and the entire Shengjing seemed to tremble with this news.
When Qin Ruanyu suddenly burst into my room, her face was livid with anger.
Zhao Hua hurriedly stepped forward to push her out while carefully closing the door behind us.
Qin Ruanyu ranked seventh among Wen Siyuan's concubines; she was my nominal mother and had once been the most renowned actress by the Huaiyang River.
I stood still, watching as her palm came down hard. That slap must have taken all her strength; I imagined it would leave a mark on her face.
"You shameless hussy! Are you envious because Wen Qing is marrying well? What are we? How dare you aspire to a prince? Now you've put Lord Chancellor in a difficult position. What will the Fourth Prince think?"
I slightly twitched my lips, blood slowly oozing out.
As I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, I quickly wrote down a few words: "I am not your biological child; Wen Qing is. Is that true?"
Of course, it was true. She was born on the same day as Madam, and I had memories from the moment I was born, watching as she bribed the midwife to switch the babies.
Wen Qing must have known about this too, which is why whenever we were alone, her gaze would carry an extra hint of apology when she looked at me.
Upon hearing this, Qin Ruanyu's face turned from green to white in an instant, and she hurriedly retorted, "Who said that? If you aren't my child, then who else could you be?"
"Then why are you so guilty?" I didn't give her time to argue and quickly wrote again, "Including my voice, it was silenced by the Banxia Decoction you forced me to drink when I was just one year old."
This was a common concoction among performers; anyone wanting to leave the Pear Garden had to drink it to ruin their voice.
Even the best doctors could not determine the cause.
Outside, I heard faint footsteps approaching slowly.
Zhao Hua pushed the door open and entered, followed by the Madam she had invited.
My hand trembled, and the paper filled with writing fluttered down to land at Madam's feet.
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