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The Rise and Fall of Fate
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The flowers in front of the Palace of Colorful Clouds bloomed vibrantly, filling the air with the delightful essence of spring.
Inside the palace, a fragrant breeze wafted through, and the beaded curtains shimmered. Yun Kezhai leaned casually against the Palace Couch, playing with a Gift sent by Prince Huai'an, Feng Yuan.
It was a delicate and exquisite incense burner. She turned it over in her hands, examining it closely. Inside, it contained spices unique to the southern regions, which appeared unremarkable at first glance.
After pondering for a while, she noticed the small openings at the bottom of the burner. Remembering the Gold Hairpin that Feng Yuan had sent her last time, she smiled knowingly, her lips curling into a meaningful grin.
Waving away the attendants, she slowly removed the Gold Hairpin from her hair. Her movements were gentle yet resolute as she inserted it into the intricately carved opening at the bottom of the burner, turning it carefully twice with focused intent.
With a sharp "click," the hidden mechanism at the base of the burner was triggered, revealing a tiny Wax Bead concealed within.
Skillfully, she opened the Wax Bead to retrieve a Secret Letter. As she unfolded the paper, her fingers trembled slightly. It was once again Feng Yuan's handwriting, vaguely stating: Everything is ready; I will soon set off back to the capital to celebrate His Majesty's longevity.
Yun Kezhai let out a cold laugh filled with mockery. She tossed the Secret Letter into the incense burner and watched as flames leaped up, consuming it until it turned to ash. Her gaze grew increasingly icy.
"Feng Yuan, you have no idea that when this day you long for finally arrives, what awaits you is not a splendid landscape but an inescapable abyss of hell!" She gritted her teeth and murmured to herself, her hands clenching unconsciously.
A familiar scent of dragon's saliva drifted in from behind; she recognized it as Feng Xuan but pretended not to notice. Leaning against the window, she gazed dreamily at the resplendent sunset on the horizon, lost in thought.
Feng Xuan approached her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. With a hint of frustration, he asked, "Is my Consort Yun secretly thinking about another man again?"
"Yes, Your Majesty is truly wise." She turned her head slightly and smiled faintly, though there was an air of distance in her expression. "At Tomorrow's Banquet, Your Servant will perform a dance."
She wanted to send a message to Feng Yuan, hoping to meet him privately.
Over the past year, resentment and despair had intertwined in her heart, creating a deep ache that throbbed painfully at the slightest touch. She furrowed her brow slightly, her hand instinctively resting on her chest.
The evening light from the western sky filtered through the intricately carved window, casting a layer of radiance over her elegant face, making it appear hazy and indistinct. The hidden pain in her eyes became increasingly vivid in the soft glow, filled with sorrow.
She had met Feng Yuan when she was twelve. That day, the torrential rain was unlike anything she had ever seen before, pouring down like a flood from the Milky Way, splashing high as it hit the ground.
The horse carrying Yun Kezhai was exhausted; its legs buckled, and it collapsed onto the ground. She tumbled off its back and fell awkwardly into a nearby ditch, getting drenched in filthy water.
Standing there in the pouring rain, covered in muck, she hugged her arms tightly, her eyes swollen and red as she hoarsely cried out for help.
A handsome face appeared at the window of a carriage. Upon seeing the Jade Eighteen Beads on her wrist, the young man's expression darkened momentarily, his gaze becoming deep and complex.
After pondering for a moment, he lifted the curtain and walked steadily to the edge of the ditch, extending his hands toward the muddy girl with a gentle smile. "Come, follow me. We’ll leave this filthy place behind. Wherever I am will be your home from now on."
The noble youth had cold eyes like the moon, yet within their clear depths lay a profound sadness. Dressed in an expensive white fox fur coat, his outstretched hands were bony and marred by various ugly scars.
Her heart jolted painfully as she instinctively placed her hand in his palm. Her fingers trembled slightly as she climbed into the carriage, her steps unsteady as they headed southward.
Later, she learned that the boy she had encountered was named Feng Yuan, the Prince Huai'an of the current dynasty and the elder brother of the emperor.
Not long after the new emperor ascended to the throne, he assigned Feng Yuan’s fiefdom to a remote borderland in the southern region, thousands of miles away from the capital.
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