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On that day, heavy snow fell, blanketing the world in pure white.
Jing Xun thought I was some object, something he could toss around as he pleased.
He even regarded me as a dog, a Raccoon Slave.
Whenever he wished, I had to return to his side.
But he didn’t know that I was worse off than a dog.
A dog could wag its tail and frolic freely, while I was trapped in this deep palace, living in constant fear.
He didn’t have to be this way.
But I knew he had never been a person with a good temper.
Since he was unwilling to let me go, I could only submit to his whims.
I chuckled bitterly to myself.
It was fine that he didn’t acknowledge me as his sister.
After all, now that I was married, I couldn’t cling to him any longer.
After marrying Miao Dongxu, I would be able to stay in the palace for a long time.
Then I could slowly devise a plan to escape from the palace.
It is a pity for Miao Dongxu.
He is a good person and should not be implicated by me.
The auspicious time is approaching.
Wedding Matron supported me as we walked to the side hall.
The corridor was covered with thick snow.
Miao Dongxu and I each held one end of the red silk, bowing to Jing Xun.
After the bowing was complete, Wedding Matron helped me up.
The red veil above my head was lifted by the wind, revealing the soft, white strands of hair in front of me.
Jing Xun stepped forward and pulled me closer to him.
He reached out to smooth the stray hairs at my temples, his voice low: "The snow is so heavy outside; you mustn't get cold."
I lowered my eyelids, remaining silent.
Wedding Matron discreetly withdrew.
Only Jing Xun and I remained in the hall.
Jing Xun helped me out of the heavy wedding gown and casually draped it over the screen.
He sat down at the table and poured two cups of wine.
"Here."
"Drink, Wedding Toast Wine."
I sat beside him and downed my cup in one gulp.
Jing Xun took out a plate of Hai Tang Cake and a plate of Osmanthus Cake. "I know you like these, so I specially instructed the kitchen to make them."
As I looked at the pastries in front of me, memories from long ago suddenly flooded back.
I remembered that spring hunt when Jing Xun and I played together in the Imperial Garden.
Back then, he wasn't called Jing Xun or Little Prince.
He was called Xiao Jiu.
I still recalled how he first met me and called me sister.
His smile was as bright as a sun.
He held my hand to show me the Haitang Flower, played with Paper Kite in the plum grove, and swung by the lakeside.
He loved sweets, but I did not.
Every time we shared food, he would always leave the Osmanthus Cake and the Hai Tang Cake for me.
It wasn't until I accompanied him on a trip to Jiangnan that I discovered his true favorites were Lotus Leaf Steamed Pork and Squirrel Mandarin Fish.
He had deliberately led me to believe he enjoyed sweet treats, simply wanting me to be happy while eating.
I never expected that even to this day, he still remembered my fondness for those pastries.
It’s just a pity...
Those beautiful moments have ultimately passed.
Looking back now, everything has changed.
Jing Xun noticed my daze and softly asked, "Is it not tasty?"
"I remember you liked these two flavors the most..."
I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and forced a smile. "Not at all."
"I really like them."
"I liked them before, and I still do."
For several days, Jing Xun did not come, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
With the ongoing battles in the northwest, Jing Xun had to handle a large amount of government affairs every day.
Taking advantage of his absence, I secretly asked Miao Dongxu to help me write a letter.
I hoped to know about my parents' situation and wanted them to know that I was still alive.
Miao Dongxu was my nominal husband.
When Jing Xun assigned me to him, he did not say much.
He had taken care of me year after year, like an older brother.
He had a younger brother from the same clan stationed at the city gate.
Knowing that I could not leave the palace, he asked his brother to help me with this task.
However, he did not expect that while sending the letter would be easy, getting a response back would be impossible.
The messenger went and never returned, seemingly having perished on the road.
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