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I feigned a heartless demeanor. "Your Highness, I am indeed the one who seeks to climb the dragon and attach myself to the phoenix; it was I who seduced the Emperor."
"I do not wish to remain a servant in the harem forever."
"In this life, who doesn't want to be the master?"
Jing Xun did not believe my words.
He held onto me tightly, refusing to let go.
He called me, "Sister."
I broke free from his grasp and feigned indifference. "Your Highness, please have some self-respect."
Jing Xun would not let me leave.
He pulled out a wooden statue from his bosom.
It depicted a woman strikingly similar to me.
Even the small scar on my forehead was carved with meticulous detail.
Jing Xun's voice trembled slightly. "I carved this."
"For the past month, I have thought of you every moment."
"I want to give you a gift for your birthday..."
I looked at the Wooden Statue in his hand, my heart trembling slightly.
He actually remembered my birthday!
He is such a busy person...
I suppressed the flutter in my heart and feigned indifference, saying, "Your Highness, you need to wake up."
"It's impossible for us."
Jing Xun's gaze darkened. "Why is it impossible?"
"Sister, as long as you are willing, I can ask Father for permission to marry you!"
His eyes sparkled with fervent light.
I turned my face away, refusing to look at him. "Your Highness, don't be foolish."
"It’s impossible for us."
Jing Xun seemed about to say something more, but I interrupted him.
I took the Wooden Statue from his hands and threw it into the charcoal pit.
The flames instantly licked at it.
As I watched the Wooden Statue burn to ashes, my heart twisted in response.
But I had no choice.
To completely sever my feelings, half a month later, I accompanied the Empress to select the most suitable Crown Princess for Jing Xun.
After the grand wedding, I had no further ties with him.
To avoid his favor, I pretended to suffer from a strange illness.
During the nights spent in his company, I would convulse and bite wildly.
The Emperor believed my strange condition.
He thought I was possessed by a spirit or demon.
Moreover, since the imperial physician's treatments were ineffective, he banished me to the farthest Qiyang Palace from his sleeping quarters.
I never saw him again until the day he passed away.
Jing Xun was completely unaware of this.
From the moment I personally delivered the woman to him, he had harbored a deep hatred for me.
He had matured, becoming increasingly distant from the youthful figure in my memories, who was enamored with nature and indifferent to court affairs.
As spring arrived the following year, a group of ministers jointly submitted a petition to impeach the former Crown Prince, Jing Feng.
In a fit of rage, the Emperor deposed the Crown Prince and named Jing Xun as the new heir.
I knew that Jing Xun had been plotting for this day for a long time.
On the day Jing Xun moved into Donggong, he led a grand procession of family members around the Imperial Garden, passing through his mother's palace, taking a longer route before finally arriving at Qiyang Palace.
I was ill that day, having been bedridden for a full week.
As Jing Xun's carriage passed by, Ling Shuang was just stepping out to summon the imperial physician for me.
Jing Xun's personal eunuch, Miao Dongxu, informed him that tomorrow would be the day of the Former Emperor's burial, and there were supposed to be twenty-three Funeral Consorts, but one was missing.
Jing Xun casually instructed Miao Dongxu to find someone to replace her.
I wanted to plead for mercy but didn’t know how to begin.
Jing Xun looked at me, seeing right through my facade. "You can't even protect yourself, yet you want to plead for others?"
He instructed me to go to Donggong and retrieve that Wooden Statue, which would be thrown into the Royal Tomb along with those consorts tomorrow.
I didn't understand what he meant by the Wooden Statue.
The one he carved for me years ago had long been reduced to ashes.
As I faced Jing Xun, he was dressed in heavy, ornate robes that seemed to make him uncomfortable in the heat; his collar was slightly disheveled from his movements.
He was half-pressed beneath me, his clothes in disarray.
He grasped my neck, attempting to kiss me. I struggled in panic. "Have you forgotten what you promised me yesterday?"
Jing Xun acted shamelessly. "Forgot."
I fought back fiercely. "You can't go back on your word!"
He paused, looking down at me. "Peiyao, if you say you love me, I will forget everything from the past and start anew with you."
"How about it?"
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