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I once came across a Buddhist saying that posed the question of what happiness truly is. I can't recall the specifics, but I remember a spider, trapped in its own desires, stating that happiness lies in what is unattained and what has been lost. The Buddha transformed her into a Beautiful Girl and sent her to experience the world. There, she encountered the lover she had recognized from her past life, yet no matter what she did, he could not love her; he fell for another woman instead. The spider found herself ensnared in a trap with no exit, becoming a shadow from which she could not escape. The Buddha revealed to her that happiness is not about what one has not obtained or what has already been lost, but rather about what one possesses and experiences in the present moment. Perhaps the person you believe to be your destined one is merely a fleeting breeze passing through your life—once it blows by, it will leave without lingering. Maybe there are those around you who have admired you for thousands of years, yet you remain blind to their presence.
The Buddha spoke of the Seven Sorrows of life:
Birth, aging, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, encountering hatred and resentment, and unfulfilled desires.
But when you lose something, let go of it, and forget it, does that not alleviate your suffering? Sometimes I find myself confused; I do not know. Perhaps while I struggle in the sea of suffering, a new wave of sorrow quietly engulfs me without my awareness.
If loss brings pain, would you still give? If falling brings suffering, would you still seek happiness? If confusion is painful, would you choose to begin or to end? If pursuit is agony, would you opt for strength or stubbornness? If giving up is painful, would you persist in exiting the game or continue onward?
Every time I read Buddhist texts, I ponder that life is filled with karmic burdens; the more I try to understand it, the deeper I sink into an endless quagmire without finding answers. These thoughts arose during my discussions on Buddhist philosophy with Consort Huan. The teachings I shared with Yaya were rooted in those same discussions. Thus today, when I spoke with her again about these philosophies, my perspective felt different and more enlightened.
Sometimes it seems that the heavens need only to lightly stir their fingers for life’s separations and reunions to unfold.
Whenever the topic of the concubines arises, Consort Huan always remarks lightly: “Even if they are as beautiful as flowers, they cannot withstand the relentless passage of time.”
At this point, I can’t help but smile softly—a smile that makes my flowers tremble.
Which woman in this palace isn’t like this?
All I can do is remain Light and Breezy.
Even if he is the most indifferent butterfly in the world, I shall be his flower across the ages.
After returning to the palace alone, I heard on the way that the Emperor was unwell today and supposedly staying behind closed doors. The Imperial Physician diagnosed him and advised rest; without a royal decree, no one in the palace could disturb him.
A strange smile crept onto my lips as I heard this. Hmph. Had he also heard the rumors? Jin Shao's birthday was approaching, and he couldn't wait to rush over.
For the first time, I finally admitted that in love, we are often too clever yet too foolish. We are well-versed in all the concepts of love, but those ideas bind us tightly like the tightening spell on Tang Seng.
Even Sun Wukong would find it hard to move an inch.
Let alone someone as insignificant as me, An Jin. I had merely been sent here by fate, caught up in this time-traveling mess.
I stood not far from Yun Ying, quietly watching the grand fashion show. Graceful beauties adorned with classical makeup glided by, their figures enchanting as they walked with alluring cat-like steps to the melodious music. Every gesture was filled with a thousand charms and myriad seductions. Suddenly, I recalled how in modern times, I had always imagined that one day I would stand on a high T Stage, overlooking a crowd of admirers, walking out with models amidst their gazes of admiration, basking in the spotlight as we took our bows for a perfect fashion show. What a splendid performance that would be!
Yet today, as it finally came to fruition, I found myself devoid of that excitement; all I wanted was to quietly stand aside and watch, smiling contentedly.
However, just a gentle smile would not be allowed by Little Seven. He wanted me to share everything he had prepared for tonight. Of course, there was also a special birthday cake waiting for me to cut.
Yun Ying sighed softly behind me: "Miss, I've always hoped for your happiness and that you could do what you truly want. In your childhood, you were so fragile and silent, a solitary person. Who would have thought that after that great calamity, you seemed like a different person? While I loved the old you, I am even more delighted with who you are now."
I gazed at the capital city that suddenly lit up like a thousand stars. The lights were bright and breathtakingly beautiful.
"Yun Ying, have you never doubted?" In just one night, someone who had never learned to read could compose poetry; the once timid Fourth Young Lady had become strong and fearless, even understanding how to disguise herself at such a young age while grasping the complexities of the world. As my closest companion, she could not possibly have no doubts or understanding. Yet she had never asked; she simply stayed by my side silently for all these years. Nothing had changed.
Yun Ying looked at the extraordinary masterpiece on stage and murmured: "As long as it's you, Miss, it doesn't matter what you become."
“Yun Ying, it’s our turn to go up.”
Yun Ying looked at the young lady wearing a bamboo hat and black veil. No, at this moment, she should be referred to as an extraordinary youth. It was as if a beam of light, reminiscent of the spotlight created by copper mirrors during the last Fashion Show, illuminated the scene. The mottled shadows danced across his face, shimmering with brilliance, ultimately enveloping him like a Heavenly Ladder leading to a sacred place. That strange white light—Yun Ying didn’t know its origin, but she guessed that within it lay the mingled sorrows of the world, reflecting the hues of human affairs. It was desolate enough to chill the heart yet magnificent enough to linger in one’s memory.
As the performance reached a pause, she was about to leap onto the stage under Little Seven's meaningful gaze when an unexpected figure suddenly appeared.
A Gray Robed Man stood there, his gentle gaze flowing like water, his handsome features effortlessly striking. His brocade attire was exquisitely embroidered, but more importantly, there was an aloofness hidden beneath his warm smile that reminded her of what she had seen years ago when Brother Three took her to that place. Behind him stood many men in long robes, their faces obscured, all respectfully standing to one side.
He stood there and slightly nodded toward Mai Qi before respectfully stating, “We represent the Maya Priest in sending gifts to Jin Shao. The Maya People will forever follow Jin Shao.”
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