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Ruined Your Life
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In the deep winter of December, the sky is covered with heavy clouds, and the delicate red plum blossoms on the branches inside and outside the palace are all covered by fine snow.
The bone-chilling gust of wind sweeps in, carrying a faint fragrance and a cold breath, flooding into the Zhao Yang Hall like a tide. This cold wind, like a fierce beast, instantly breaks through the originally luxurious and warm atmosphere in the hall, plunging the entire palace into a different kind of ambiance.
At this moment, a grand palace banquet is taking place inside Zhao Yang Hall. Among the graceful dancers, a leading dancer in a light and colorful dress stands out.
She has a stunning and captivating appearance, standing out among numerous beauties and becoming the center of attention. Every time she bends down or stretches her sleeves, she exudes unparalleled charm, attracting the gaze of everyone present.
However, at this moment, a sudden gust of cold wind blew through, causing the Colorful Dress Girl to shiver involuntarily.
Sitting on the throne, Emperor Gao Changyan gazed attentively at the Colorful Dress Girl, his eyes shimmering with a gentle light, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
His eyebrows are thick and long, his eyelashes deep and dark like ink, and the wide sleeves flutter in the wind, displaying a temperament that is both gentle and dignified, as well as majestic and solemn.
And a phoenix throne is placed one zhang away from Gao Changyan.
Queen Sang Youjin is dressed in a gorgeous phoenix robe, with the hem of her skirt trailing gracefully on the ground. Her face carries a subtle smile as she gazes fixedly at the wine goblet in front of her, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.
Despite her calm demeanor, she cannot hide her extraordinary beauty, and many talented individuals sigh, "In the Wei Kingdom, all beauty resides in the countenance of Queen Yan alone."
Upon seeing the situation, the palace maids revealed a desolate and melancholic look in their eyes. They remembered the time when The king was still a prince, and the queen had just entered the palace without being formally conferred the title. At that time, the king poured out all his love, indulgence, and protection, making others envious.
They still remembered the year when the prince had only been out of the palace for two days. Upon his return, he couldn't wait for the official procession and instead rode back to the palace as fast as he could, just to see Queen Mother a moment earlier.
But now the two are close at hand, The king only cares about the palace dancer, and doesn't even look at the queen anymore.
Sure enough, the emperor is the most ruthless, but clearly, this dancer is not even one-tenth as charming as Queen Mother.
Colorful Dress Girl As soon as she made a mistake in her dance, the group of dancers all knelt down in panic, trembling all over and kowtowing repeatedly.
Gao Changyan He narrowed his eyes, showing no sign of anger on his face. Instead, he smiled gently and asked in a soft voice, "Raise your head, what is your name?"
Colorful Dress Girl picked up her head and looked up at the emperor with clear apricot eyes, timidly replying, "I'm back, The king, I am Liu Qingqing."
Sang Youjin finally shifted his gaze to Liu Qingqing's face and saw a resemblance in her features, which made a sarcastic smile appear on his face.
Gao Changyan Over the years, which of the favored wives and concubines hasn't had some resemblance to himself?
Ridiculous! I'm clearly right in front of him, yet he always turns a blind eye.
Sang Youjin picked up a wine glass and drank one after another. As the scene before her became hazy and trance-like, the music and banquet at Zhao Yang Hall dissipated like water, and she vaguely returned to five years ago.
In the state of Yunzhou in the Yan Kingdom, Magistrate Yan was accused of treason by the King of Yan and was given poisoned wine and white silk. In a single night, 18 members of the magistrate's family died unjustly, all because Prince Gaoguang Changyan was about to marry Magistrate Yan.
The Yan Kingdom and Wei Kingdom have had frequent border conflicts in recent years, and Magistrate Yan is a major official responsible for border defense. King of Yan's concerns are not unfounded.
However... Father is unwaveringly loyal to the King of Yan and has never considered betraying him.
Sang Youjin stood lightly in the center of The Governor's Office mourners' hall, looking at the guests who came to offer condolences on both sides, as well as the Yan Kingdom envoy who had been presiding over the funeral. She couldn't help but show a look of hatred.
How hypocritical the sadness on these people's faces is!
They were half wishing for her father's early death, so that the imprisoned bribe-takers could be released; and half were the self-righteous executioners, carrying out the mission of the King of Yan to personally poison the entire Yan's mansion family.
The hatred in Sang Youjin's eyes seemed to ignite a raging fire, and she suddenly rushed to the Yan envoy, reaching out to strangle his neck, wanting to avenge her father.
However, she saw her hands pass through the body of the messenger without any hindrance.
She stood still in astonishment, lowered her head to look at her hands, and then turned to look blankly at the name on the edge of the mourners' hall tablet.
Sang Youjin!
It's her, she's already dead.
"Today is June 12th, right?"
Suddenly, a clear and gentle laughter came from outside the door of the mourners' hall, causing everyone, including Sang Youjin, to turn and look.
A person in a crimson robe, made of top-quality fabric, with a large hem embroidered with a lifelike five-clawed dragon in gold thread, swayed and fluttered with his every step.
A golden crown hung from his head with two jade-colored ribbons. He reached up to adjust it and stopped in the center of the mourners' hall, exuding unparalleled grace and elegance.
It's Prince Gaoguang Changyan.
Sang Youjin took a step back and stared at him without blinking.
His long hair flows like a gentle stream, his eyebrows resemble spring mountains, his eyes shine like dazzling gems, and with a touch of crimson on his lips, he remains as radiant and unchanged as ever.
The entire room was shocked that Young Master Gao Changyan dared to walk into the mourners' hall wearing red. After a moment of silence, no one dared to speak.
Gao Changyan turned to the envoy from Yan and, looking at him with a gentle smile, spoke with a voice as clear as pearls dropping onto a silver plate, asking again, "Today is the twelfth of June, right?"
The envoy from Yan, not knowing what he was up to, could only nod and reply, "Yes, today is the seventh day after the passing of Magistrate Yan. Young master, are you here to pay respects, um, to pay respects..."
The messenger suddenly didn't know what words to use to describe their relationship.
But Young Master Gao Changyan nodded understandingly and interrupted the messenger, taking over for him. However, his words sounded quite strange: "Pay respects to the family of my deceased fiancée who passed away before our marriage?"
The hall fell silent once again.
Gao Changyan chuckled softly, his gentle gaze lingering on the tablet at the very edge for a moment before suddenly turning as sharp as a blade, sweeping over the envoy from Yan and the guests in the hall. He shook his head slowly, his tone dangerous: "No, I didn't just come to pay my respects to them."
Sang Youjin clasped her hands together, as if there was still a heart beating rapidly in her chest. She quietly awaited his next words, the one she most wanted to hear.
Young Master Gao Changyan seemed to hear her innermost thoughts and smiled, saying, "Do you all know? Today was supposed to be the day of my grand wedding with A'yu."
"A'yu" These two words were gently spoken from his lips, and she seemed to lose a layer of strength, drifting straight to him, looking up at his gentle demeanor like a spring breeze, feeling her nose tingling.
But being a ghost had this one downside - she wanted to cry, but couldn't.
The envoy from Yan had a somewhat embarrassed expression, but still considering the face of Yan, he forced himself to suppress his displeasure and said, "Young master, please accept my condolences for this matter..."
Gao Changyan suddenly reached out and tore off the eye-catching red robe on his body, fiercely throwing it forward. The red robe fluttered and covered the pitch-black coffin, creating a suffocating sensation of red on black.
Under the red robe, he wore a light gown with a loose sash. His white attire was as pure as snow. Without saying much, he raised his hand and shouted, "Come forth!"
In an instant, the guests in the hall were startled, and before they knew it, the area outside Yan's mansion was already surrounded by a large group of soldiers from the Wei Kingdom.
"What...what are you trying to do? I am the King of Yan's inspector. If you dare to touch me, you will be provoking a war between our two countries!"
The envoy from Yan turned as white as the white flowers in the mourners' hall, but unfortunately, his empty threat didn't even scare himself. Friction between the two countries was common, and war was inevitable.
Young Master Gao Changyan didn't care at all, coldly nodded and said, "That's right, I am indeed provoking war between the two countries! I want to make King of Yan sacrifice A'yu with his death!"
After saying this, he turned and walked away, leaving the Yan envoy and the guests seemingly relieved. However, just as he was about to leave, Gao Changyan suddenly waved his hand without looking back and said in a low voice, "Kill all the visitors outside the Fan Mansion."
Yan's mansion 's mourners' hall has become the place of death for more people.
Sang Youjin didn't know where to go, so he followed Gao Changyan all the way, watching him get on the carriage, all the way back to the Prince Wei's palace to request troops, watching him go through life and death on the battlefield, hanging by a thread, watching his clear cheeks become more and more thin, and his gentle smile become colder.
This is not the nobleman she admires!
In her memory, the nobleman is never so dejected and despondent. He is always gentle, elegant, and dazzling.
Young master, A'yu, I beg you, smile, like you used to, with warmth and elegance.
But Gao Changyan cannot hear Sang Youjin's call and prayer.
In the span of a year, Young Master Gao Changyan led an army of 340,000 Wei soldiers, breaking through cities along the way and achieving continuous victories, ultimately advancing to the capital of the Yan Kingdom.
Later, the King of Yan ordered the presentation of the national seal and a surrender letter at the city gate, but Gao Changyan killed the envoy with a single sword, refusing to accept the surrender. He forcefully attacked the city gate for three days, and eventually the King of Yan committed suicide in his palace. On the same day, Gao Changyan breached the gates of the King of Yan's palace and marched straight in.
On that day, Sang Youjin stood by his side, and as the two ascended the throne of King of Yan together, she couldn't help but reach out and interlock her fingers with Gao Changyan's left hand.
Whether it was in response to her touch or not, Gao Changyan's left hand trembled, and a hot tear rolled down from beneath his thick eyelashes.
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