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Consort Lan could no longer bear to see Feng Yuan suffer, and on a silent, still night, she took her own life by biting her tongue.
To consolidate the new dynasty's power and prevent Feng Yuan from staging a coup, the current Empress Dowager confined him in a secret chamber within the palace, forcing him to live in an iron cage, spending his days in the company of a tiger.
Without food or water, he relied on his extraordinary willpower to kill the tiger and managed to send out a message. Finally, his loyal subordinates rescued him, and he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
She had never heard him speak of how torturous those days were, but more than once she had woken in the middle of the night to hear Feng Yuan’s desperate screams echoing through his dreams.
She held him tightly, allowing his hands to leave bruises on her skin. Her brow furrowed with worry and pain etched across her face.
His disheveled gaze, filled with helplessness and sorrow, made her tears fall like pearls. Each time he awakened, he would grasp her hands gently and say with tenderness and guilt, “Yun'er, you’ve suffered so much.”
At those moments, she would force herself to smile even brighter, hoping to offer him more comfort: “No, not at all. Being with you makes me very happy.”
“Yun'er, if you can go to the capital, my plans will be much easier to accomplish. Otherwise…” He glanced at her with a hint of melancholy before turning away, his footsteps heavy.
Under the moonlight, his solitary figure appeared particularly frail, as if boundless fear surrounded him; each step he took was so difficult.
“I promise you.” She stood at the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, “I promise I will go to the capital and become the Emperor's consort!” Her eyes shone with determination.
He did not force her but understood her vulnerabilities all too well.
If she did not want to see him sad or distressed, she could only comply with his wishes and do everything in her power to help him achieve his goals. But after six years together, did he truly feel nothing for her?
If there were, how could he be so cold and distant towards her just because of a single word from the Emperor? If there weren't, why keep her by his side, facing each other day and night?
Who was truly at fault, him or her?
On the day of departure to the capital, Feng Yuan left Huai'an Wangfu early in the morning, unwilling to personally see her off.
Yun Kezhai curled up in the carriage, peering out at the retreating scenery with a vacant expression, her eyes devoid of the usual brightness and charm.
As the carriage traveled further away, the light in her eyes dimmed, as if she were trapped in an endless night, unable to escape.
When they passed the large stone marking the border of Nanjing and were about to enter Sichuan, she finally flung open the curtain in a panic, shaking the driver's shoulder with both hands and urgently shouting, "Stop! Stop! Please stop!"
She couldn't leave like this, unclear and unresolved. She needed to go back and see him one last time, to tell him in person that for all these years, he was the only one she had ever loved.
Though she couldn't marry him, after everything was over, she still wanted to return to his side, to spend a lifetime watching the fleeting moments together, her eyes filled with determination.
By the time she returned, it was deep into the night. The dew was heavy and it was still somewhat chilly. Yet she didn't even bother with a cloak as she hurried towards the Wangfu, her steps quickening.
In such a quiet night, her heart burned with fervor, as if a fierce fire illuminated the sky or morning light warmed the heavens. A sense of urgency flickered across her face.
Having only been gone for a day, seeing the familiar pavilions and buildings in the night made her feel an overwhelming sense of affection.
She quietly entered the Wangfu through a side door and hurried along the familiar bluestone path towards Feng Yuan's bedroom. As she passed by the study, she faintly heard voices engaged in conversation and couldn't help but stop with a smile on her face, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
As she reached out to push the door, hearing her name mentioned made her pause.
“At this time, Yun'er should have left the Southern Wilderness and entered Sichuan, right? Have the people in the capital cleaned everything up? Do not show any mercy and ruin my grand plans.”
“Everything has been taken care of; Yun will never know the truth from that year,” a servant replied respectfully.
She held her breath, straining to listen further, finally understanding that the truth they spoke of referred to the massacre of her family.
Those murderers were not ordinary bandits but the royal guards sent by Feng Yuan!
It turned out he had known all along that Feng Xuan liked the daughter of the Minister of War Deputy and had even gifted a pair of jade bracelets as a betrothal gift.
After escaping from the secret chamber, he set up this chess game, spending six years playing against Feng Xuan.
And she was merely a sacrificial piece on his chessboard. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with shock and pain.
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