Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
Colorless Palace Beauties
墨書 Inktalez
Twenty-one years.
The weather remained cool, with a biting cold wind slicing through the air, yet the Plum Trees in the garden stood proudly, adorned with the unique frost of winter.
In the midst of this scene stood a woman draped in a red Mink Fur Cloak, resembling a breathtaking painting.
Her figure was graceful, slightly tilting her head back as if her jade-like beauty were about to transcend this world. A hint of sadness flickered in her eyes.
Her skin appeared even more translucent against the fiery red cloak, akin to meticulously carved mutton-fat jade. She gently lifted her hand, fingers slightly curved as if inviting something; a delicate white plum blossom floated down and landed softly in her fair palm.
"Sister Mu, with the Court Lady accompanying us, there are only four of us going to the palace," a woman in a green cloak approached her gracefully, her steps light and demeanor gentle. A slight furrow appeared on her delicate brows, worry glimmering in her eyes.
"Though these plum blossoms stand proud in the cold winter, they ultimately cannot withstand the torment and wither away."
Mu Qingya turned her hand, allowing the white plum blossom to drift slowly to the ground. She sighed softly, her breath like mist dispersing into the air, revealing a trace of helplessness in her gaze.
"What do you mean by that, Sister Mu?" The woman in green asked with some confusion, glancing at the fallen plum petals scattered around them, frowning slightly as if pondering something.
"Since coming to this Court, all matters of right and wrong seem to be predetermined." Mu Qingya gently closed her eyes, her expression serious.
At that moment, a maid hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully presented a pair of Mink Fur gloves to her.
Mu Qingya took the gloves and turned to walk past the woman in the green robe, her steps light as she made her way toward the Warm Pavilion.
The woman in the green robe remained where she was, calmly surveying the surrounding wintersweet. A faint smile, seemingly laden with meaning, graced her lips as she reached out and forcefully snapped off a branch from the Plum Tree. A cold curve appeared at the corners of her mouth, and a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes.
"I, Ling Jiarong, will break this cycle of right and wrong and soar to new heights."
As Mu Qingya stepped into the Warm Pavilion, the two people who had been chatting amiably fell silent, no longer intending to speak.
Mu Qingya gracefully removed her outer robe and handed it to a waiting maid before settling comfortably into a chair. She delicately picked up a porcelain cup, slightly lowered her head, and elegantly brought the hot tea to her lips, taking a few gentle sips while her gaze reflected a sense of calm.
"Tomorrow we will meet with His Majesty; we must be cautious today and avoid falling into anyone's trap."
The woman in the blue Mink Fur satin dress raised her eyes, a hint of vigilance flashing within them as she glanced at Mu Qingya. She feigned calmness while addressing the woman in pink satin beside her.
Mu Qingya merely sipped her tea, her expression unchanged. However, Ling Jiarong, who had just entered the room, was instantly enraged by these words. Her face flushed with anger as she stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at the woman in blue satin.
"Heluo Yun, who are you directing that remark at?"
"Whoever is desperate enough to jump over a wall is who I'm speaking to!" Heluo Yun retorted, lifting her chin with disdain and rolling her eyes at Ling Jiarong.
"You! I believe those Court Ladies went missing because of your schemes!"
Ling Jiarong trembled with rage as she turned to sit beside Mu Qingya, dismissively countering Heluo Yun's accusation.
"Don't think we don't know; you both are well aware of what you've done!"
The woman in the pink satin dress, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. Her voice trembled slightly, tears glistening in her eyes as she choked out these words. Though she was naturally timid, at that moment, she summoned a flicker of courage.
Comment 0 Comment Count