Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
During my days at Frostfall Palace, Suda and I began to read books, which were borrowed from Li Jiu by my newly recognized son. One loved poetry and lyrical verses, while the other enjoyed reading historical texts from ancient times to the present. One delighted in watching the clear skies and white clouds, the stars and the vast moonlit expanse, while the other spent sunny days observing the various ladies of Frostfall Palace with their charming antics, caring for them diligently, yet at night would quietly complete his own work.
What should have been mundane days turned out to be vibrant and colorful. Moreover, having a teenager as company filled each day with laughter and joy. Here, there were no outside worldly affairs, no constant scheming against one another, where everyone fought like cocks in a pit, creating chaos. Instead, we compared luxuries and vied for affection.
Suda and I played music and danced together, admired falling blossoms, watched the misty clouds roll by, and enjoyed the bright moonlight and gentle breeze. It was truly carefree and delightful.
I began to document my daily life and feelings in a diary, capturing every little detail.
Time passed quickly; months slipped away quietly. The Yin Yue Lake in front of the courtyard began to sprout tender green lotus leaves, and new buds broke through the soil in the garden. New life arrived silently while the years left behind began to wither away, never to be reclaimed.
Old Buddy left the next day after arriving. He still had to prepare for Martial Arts Prosperity, where heroes from all over would gather at Sword Sage Villa. I wondered if they were discussing how to deal with A Bead of Pearl, once notorious as the number one assassin in the martial world.
A Bead of Pearl had been pursued by so-called righteous individuals in the martial world years ago, suffering severe injuries that nearly incapacitated him.
I too should prepare to set off.
Before leaving, I needed to see someone. I didn’t know why, but ever since I heard Suda casually mention something, my heart felt heavy and uncomfortable. Yet if he loved me, why couldn’t he love all of me—whether it was An Jin or Xie Weiying? Perhaps he only loved the illusion of An Jin and never truly cared for me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hurt me as Xie Weiying. I lacked confidence; I didn’t believe that after revealing I was An Jin we could return to how we once were. Maybe it was my cowardice or perhaps I was just a timid person; regardless, I truly lacked that confidence. We could never go back to how things were before. Since that night, there was no turning back. He had torn apart my only remaining self-esteem and confidence.
As usual, I donned a white outfit suitable for night travel. I leaped across rooftops until I reached that familiar wall, curling up in its shadow so that my figure would remain hidden within it. Countless days were spent sitting there, watching him summon concubines to his chambers each day, reveling with beauties amidst songs and dances that filled the air with joy. A dull pain gnawed at my heart inch by inch, tormenting my soul. Yet all I could do was watch as the palace remained brightly lit each night with laughter echoing throughout before quietly departing at dawn.
However, my actions sparked quite a rumor within the inner palace. I looked at my attire in frustration; I didn’t resemble a ghost at all. Dressed in white every day while flitting about the palace, patrolling guards would catch sight of a white shadow passing by but could never discern its face or form. Moreover, unfortunate maids or eunuchs who woke up in the middle of the night might catch a glimpse of me rushing past like a gust of wind from Cold Palace; their nerves would surely tighten at such an encounter and they might think they had seen a ghost—perhaps a vengeful spirit wronged during her lifetime who could not rest peacefully after death. Now it was rumored that I was a woman who had been falsely accused by some concubine and wrongfully sent to Cold Palace only to return as a ghost seeking revenge.
I found it hard to comprehend; having been adored by many—petite and charming with grace akin to orchids—I simply couldn’t fathom how anyone could mistake me for a ghost. Even if you gave me ten more heads to think with, I still wouldn’t understand it.
In the distance, Li Jiu sneered, "Try seeing a woman with disheveled hair, dressed in white, floating through the air in the dead of night. I bet you'd run faster than anyone and scream louder than anyone else..."
Sigh, I truly feel like I'm lost in the fog, with no way to find my way back. How pitiful.
Today feels strange. I sat on the wall for quite a while, yet there was still no commotion from the main hall. From my vantage point, I could see everything inside. Suddenly, Sima Rui, who had been standing silently in the center of the hall, erupted in fury. His face turned ashen as he smashed everything around him to the ground. Several eunuchs who had entered to serve him were also driven out, including Gao Lu. In the end, the vast hall was left empty except for him. He had many jars of wine beside him, brought in by those eunuchs earlier. There he sat alone on the floor, drinking—one could say he was drowning his sorrows.
I watched from my high perch as he gradually drank himself into a stupor, his face flushed and eventually collapsing onto the cold ground in a drunken sleep, likely unaware of anything around him. There were over a dozen jars beside him; I recognized them as Blossom Plum Wine, which he used to bring for me to drink back when Sister Dan Yi was still around. But now—
He was drinking alone while I stood here in the cold wind.
Though we were merely a stone's throw apart, it felt like an insurmountable distance—unreachable and untouchable.
But seeing him so drunk and lying on that cold floor made me worry about what would happen if he caught a chill or fell ill. What had happened to make him so miserable and reckless? If only I could help him; how I wished to be by his side at this moment to share his burden. Watching this hidden side of him made my heart ache.
Brother Sima—I murmured softly.
Glancing at the slightly open window, I used my lightness skill to slip through the gap. The guards outside only caught a fleeting glimpse of a white shadow before it vanished. Remembering the Emperor's earlier anger, they dared not recklessly enter to investigate. Perhaps they thought they had seen things.
I slowly walked up to him; he was already deep in sleep under the influence of alcohol. Lowering my head gently, I stroked his weary but still handsome face. My feelings were complicated; I should hate him, yet why did my heart ache for him?
With a soft sigh of resignation, I helped him up—he was heavy—and struggled to move him toward the Dragon Bed. The golden bedding was somewhat blinding and reminded me of painful memories. Suppressing my nausea, I laid him down carefully, removed his outer garments, and covered him with a brocade quilt.
Sitting by his bedside for a long time, I gazed at him deeply. With a long sigh, I pressed a gentle kiss on his lips before turning to leave.
A powerful force suddenly pulled me over—
Comment 0 Comment Count