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The sound of water flowed gently, the spring cascading down the cliff, splashing like the melodious chime of a bronze bell on ancient city walls.
Below the cliff lay a clear pool, shrouded in mist, layers of white vapor swirling around. The blue stones formed a platform, and various shaped pebbles sparkled beneath the water's surface. Surrounded by trees, the flat water surface resembled a massive mirror, reflecting the brilliant sunlight, smooth and glistening. The chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects filled the air, creating a continuous symphony.
Mountains surrounded us on all sides, their peaks rising majestically in an unbroken line, exuding an air of proud defiance.
The valley felt somewhat stuffy as the group that had been moving forward began to pause. I noticed how clean and clear the water was, so I hurried over, scooped up a handful, and drank it down. A refreshing coolness spread through me, alleviating much of the dizziness that had clouded my mind from long hours in the carriage. Seeing me like this, An Yijun seemed to take a sip of this serene mountain spring as well; such pure and unpolluted water was hard to find in modern times.
Throughout our journey, I was astonished to discover that I—who had always been able to endure anything—was now suffering from motion sickness. It was so severe that I began vomiting shortly after we set off, feeling as if my insides were being torn apart. For days afterward, whatever I ate would come back up; I became numb to it all, simply preparing to vomit after each meal. After such jostling, we finally arrived at our destination.
This marked the seventh day since we left Jin State and was also the day we were supposed to meet with others from Yan State at the border of Later Qin.
It was at this moment and place that I encountered her again.
In truth, until today, I had not told them—Azure Thorn, Little Seven, Lian, Song Kong, or even my master Yun Ying—that I had gradually begun to recall many things. Memories of An Jin started surfacing one by one. However, I could not remember anything about my past as Xie Weiying. Each time I forced myself to think about it, a splitting headache would ensue. In my dreams, there was always a man with silver and purple enchanting eyes gazing mournfully at me; he even shed tears. Each time I dreamt of him, my heart would ache painfully. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could never see his face clearly or remember who he was. It left me perplexed. When I asked others about him, they stammered and said they didn’t know either. After several fruitless inquiries, I stopped asking altogether. Eventually, when he appeared in my dreams again, I had grown accustomed to it and let things unfold naturally without wanting to think too much.
Azure Thorn once mentioned that part of my memory had been deeply harmed and forcibly buried in my consciousness.
I could not recall any harm or anything that had hurt me; yet memories of An Jin became increasingly vivid. Four years had passed without me saying anything because since I had begun a new life, I felt it best not to disrupt this tranquility or tarnish this moment's beauty.
Thus, I chose to continue forgetting.
As for that person who used to be Xie Weiying—I could not remember anything about her—just as I never believed that I had once been a consort of an emperor. It seemed too absurd; how could I possibly have been a consort? It was too far-fetched for me to accept. However, since I had forgotten it all already, there was no need to bring it back to mind. In such a murky place, there surely wouldn’t be many beautiful memories.
Forgetting was better.
Seven years had passed.
Now I finally remembered her—the Enigmatic and Strong Woman.
We had been apart for seven years. I still recalled the woman who cried for me on my back. I remembered the shock of seeing her enchanting dance for the first time. I remembered everything she did for me when she left. Her stunning beauty lingered in my mind. Each moment of joy upon seeing her returned vividly. The days we spent drinking together and composing poetry came rushing back. The promise she made when she departed echoed in my heart: "I love you."
The once-flourishing handsome youth had grown into the Enchanting and Unparalleled Ruler of the Brocade Kingdom. Meanwhile, the once-seductive beauty had transformed into a Mature and Noble Eldest Princess.
I was dressed in a Coarse Linen Garment, having disguised myself to appear as a common woman, accompanied by the similarly dressed and somewhat dirty An Yijun, along with Lian in a gray robe. We looked like an ordinary family. However, my makeup made me look older, so I posed as Lian's personal maid. Oddly enough, I was holding a child by the hand while cradling a white pet—a little white creature sleeping lazily in my arms.
"They're coming," Lian whispered in my Ear.
I stood in the corner, watching her prepare to step down from the carriage, her noble hair adorned with exquisite gold and silver ornaments, her delicate makeup enhancing her already stunning face. She exuded an air of authority and grace, her expression calm and reserved. She wore a Deep Robe of purple brocade with cloud patterns, complemented by a dark red light fur cloak. On her wrist were intricately crafted golden bracelets set with red gemstones. Noble, elegant, and poised—she was the epitome of beauty.
Truly, she was Princess Chang of Yan State, a genuine power player.
Murong Danyin—Princess Chang. Even the emperor had to show her some respect.
I gazed at her, still entranced by her enchanting Dan Feng Eyes that shimmered like water waves and captivated like peach blossoms. She remained the same breathtaking figure that made my heart race.
As if sensing my intense Gaze, she glanced in my direction, her brows slightly furrowing. I quickly looked away; she merely cast a fleeting glance before moving on. However, she paused slightly when she spotted Lian in her gray robe.
Lian approached her confidently.
I lowered my head and respectfully followed behind Lian. An Yijun's big eyes darted between me and the beautiful Sister Dan Yi, curiously speculating about our past.
This Little Girl had always been curious since childhood; I truly worried that one day her curiosity would lead her into trouble.
We entered a space resembling a makeshift tent. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw a familiar face that I couldn't quite place. He had a youthful appearance and possessed the same enchanting Dan Feng Eyes as Sister Dan Yi. For a moment, I couldn't remember who he was.
The feeling was so familiar, as if I had caught a glimpse of him long ago.
Memories from the past few years flashed through my mind one by one.
It wasn't until I noticed the two burly men behind him that it finally clicked.
One was a man with golden hair, and the other had chestnut-colored hair along with a bushy beard—two tall and sturdy figures.
On that night when fireworks lit up the sky for my birthday in Jin State, illuminating the entire city with their brilliance before fading into silence, he had masqueraded as Jin Shao at Changmo Tower—the largest tavern in the capital—only to be exposed by me afterward, harboring resentment. That self-proclaimed brother of Sister Dan Yi was none other than the current king of Yan State, Murong Hao. I remembered he had striking sapphire blue eyes similar to Lian's.
The sister who loved herself ran to the Jin State to find that so-called Jin Shao, an indignant foreign boy for her sister.
As I was lost in thought, he casually glanced over at me. I hurriedly lowered my head, standing there respectfully and humbly.
An Yijun was just a child; she didn’t care and slyly surveyed the surroundings.
“Mom, do you know these uncles and aunts? Are they old friends?” she asked softly, guessing to herself.
I nodded, my face still calm and unruffled.
“Brother, do you still refuse to acknowledge us?” Suddenly, as we were distracted, a helpless yet melodious voice resonated from within the tent.
It was Sister Dan Yi.
Lian smiled slightly. “Princess Chang, there is no one left from the Murong Family in this world. I have come on behalf of Young Master, as a priestess of the Maya People. Those past events are already forgotten by me.”
Upon hearing this, Murong Danyin's expression stiffened. She forced a smile and fell silent.
“Brother, you are my brother—” Murong Hao clearly had not been informed beforehand. He looked shocked and was about to rush over but hesitated upon seeing the indifferent expressions on his sister and brother's faces, sensing something was off and strange.
I suspected that Sister Dan Yi, with her wisdom, must have already known that Murong Han was not truly dead but had faked his death. She must have also realized the true significance of the Murong Family's existence.
With a clean smile, Lian addressed Murong Danyin: “You must have understood all the truths by now. Then you should also know the purpose of my visit.”
Murong Danyin steadied herself and suddenly knelt on the ground, respectfully saying, “The Murong Family is willing to forever follow Young Master.”
She had long known that the Maya People had awakened, spreading throughout the Jin Kingdom, which had quietly risen and caused panic across the continent in just a few years. Her brother, appointed as the next priest, was also present here.
She understood perfectly.
The master of Feng Fei, whom their Murong Family had protected, had appeared. The master they had followed all their lives had finally shown up.
For hundreds of years, the dream is about to be realized.
Unified Continent.
To establish a powerful and prosperous nation, united in purpose.
In her heart, that Young Master would naturally be a gentleman with a mind for the world, embodying grace and integrity.
He must be someone who gazes at the vast sky above and looks down upon the magnificent Territory, with all beings bowing before him. His heart is as vast as the ocean, capable of embracing all things in the world; his Gaze is as broad as the heavens, encompassing everything; his thoughts surround the earth like towering mountains.
I stood in the shadow of the corner, watching their devout Gaze, their genuine submission in kneeling. Suddenly, an unusual emotion spread within me. I realized that my arrival did not signify just myself, but represented so many people, so many families, even a nation that had longed for this Miracle for hundreds of years.
I carry the hopes of too many people, the trust of too many.
I have never been just by myself.
An Yijun has always been perceptive since childhood, and at this moment, her small face showed signs of emotion. She understands; I have already revealed my entire identity to her without reservation. She is the daughter of An Jin, and in the future, everything I have should be continued through her. This is why I brought her here, without deliberately shielding her from many things. There will come a day when she will grow up and understand; there is no need to hide anything. Therefore, I will let her participate in everything and see everything. She will be responsible for my future Subjects.
An Yijun's expression slightly tightened; she must also understand what I carry and represent—things that are closely related to her. We are bound by blood, inseparable.
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