In a small town in Jiangnan, spring was in full bloom, with peach blossoms bursting forth vibrantly. As dawn broke, news of the new Emperor's ascension spread through the streets and alleys.
"I have reigned for ten years now, nearing my sixties, my body and mind growing weary... My royal nephew Yu is young and talented, of noble character... He shall take the throne and uphold our ancestral legacy..."
The bulletin board was crowded with people eager to read the imperial edict. A young man in a long robe finished reciting the congratulatory message and began gossiping with his companions.
"What a load of nonsense! It sounds so nice in official language. When the former Emperor just passed away, this Emperor Shen Ping teamed up with that old scoundrel Shang Deyu to bully Bai Li Yu, taking advantage of her weakness as a mother with a young child. Now they’ve been ousted by our beauty Baili, and they still speak so grandly!"
"Be careful calling the New Emperor 'Meiren,' or you might lose your head!"
"Hey, isn't that a title recognized by everyone? What's the big deal?"
"He's not as easygoing now as he was back when he was a general!"
"Even if his temper is bad, he's still a beauty!"
"You're asking for trouble, kid!"
"Hahahaha!"
Chun Zhou covered her eyes with a piece of silk cloth. After listening to the edict and the banter of those around her, she pulled on Big Yellow and turned to squeeze out of the crowd, secretly scoffing: What a cliché! Your New Emperor is like Hamlet, isn't he?
"A Zhi, are you off to give another lecture? How many more do you have?"
An older woman grabbed her sleeve. Chun Zhou turned her face towards the speaker and smiled. "Aunt Zhao? There's only one left at Tian Yi Teahouse. After that, I’ll be heading south again!"
That night after the "Prison Break," she blindly fled through the darkness, accompanied only by Big Yellow. When dawn broke, a pair of farmers rescued her. After resting for a day, Chun Zhou hurriedly took her leave, knowing that although she had stuffed the bricks back in place, people might think she had perished in the blaze. However, without a body, if that person did not let her go, it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light.
In these three years, the world had changed dramatically. The nearsighted general who once laughed and played with her had suddenly become the revered ruler.
During her time hiding away, Chun Zhou harbored a deep-seated hatred for Bai Li Yu.
She finally understood that he had been pretending to be foolish and endearing, biding his time for a dramatic power grab. old Shang was likely one of his enemies as well.
Looking back now, perhaps he had known all along that she was Shang Qingzheng and had deliberately brought her back to his residence to toy with her. He had seen through everything; he just hadn't anticipated that the Shang Qingzheng he brought back was not the real one.
The memory of the blaze caused a dull ache in Chun Zhou's heart, but she could no longer shed tears. All her tears had been spent that night.
After the Tian Yi Teahouse event concluded, Chun Zhou walked slowly toward the inn where she was temporarily staying, holding onto Big Yellow.
She knew dusk was approaching as she heard many shopkeepers closing their doors. Turning around a corner, Big Yellow suddenly became excited, tugging on the rope in Chun Zhou's hand and darting ahead.
"Big Yellow, can you not get so excited when you see your mother? We're almost at the inn; don't run off!"
Chun Zhou struggled to hold onto the rope, and Big Yellow obediently calmed down a bit. Satisfied with a light laugh, Chun Zhou suddenly caught a whiff of faint sweet osmanthus fragrance, causing her expression to change instantly.
It was him!
Chun Zhou shivered involuntarily; the only thought that crossed her mind was "Run!" But the troublesome sweet osmanthus scent grew stronger and stronger.
Hanfu Man stood in the night, slowly approaching Chun Zhou, whose eyes were covered with silk. His hands trembled uncontrollably within the sleeves of his robe.
Chun Zhou ultimately decided to act as if nothing was amiss and took a step forward, only to be tightly embraced by the man who came toward her.
“A Zhou… I found you…” Bai Li Yu held her close, his voice filled with bitterness.
Chun Zhou remained in his embrace, coldly smiling to herself. She moved her right hand to her waist, then paused—feeling the cold liquid trickle down her neck.
“Are you crying?” Chun Zhou asked softly, her left hand gently caressing the man’s face before slowly moving toward his eyes.
“My eyes…” Bai Li Yu’s voice was heavy with guilt. “A Zhou, I’m sorry.”
Without hesitation, Chun Zhou swiftly drew a dagger from her waist and plunged it fiercely into the man’s abdomen.
“Watch out, Your Majesty!” several voices called out from behind.
“Don’t come any closer! Don’t move!” Bai Li Yu shouted in pain, clutching his stomach as he crouched down.
“A Zhou, are you satisfied now?” Bai Li Yu's face turned pale as he grasped her clothing with all his strength, as if letting go would cause the woman before him to vanish once more, leading him to search for three long years.
“It’s my fault… A Zhou…”
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