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The tent flap swung open, and a gust of air carrying the scent of dust rushed in.
Mao Dun stepped inside, removing his armor, and hurriedly grasped my arm, questioning, "Qing Shui, why are there so many dead horses and sheep near the water source where the soldiers of Yuezhi fell ill? Does this have anything to do with a curse?"
His grip was strong, and I bit my lip in pain, quickly explaining, "Those animals were infected with disease. They were buried near the water source to... to ensure that the soldiers would contract Cholera and Malaria after drinking from it."
Mao Dun staggered back a few steps, his face filled with disbelief, as if I were a stranger he had never encountered before.
"To weaken the enemy without fighting is the best strategy."
After a moment, he let out a bitter laugh. "Qing Shui, if you were a man, I would regard you as my strategist. But you are Qing Shui; your actions frighten me. I have doubted more than once whether you are still the same Qing Shui. Why do you seem so unfamiliar?"
"You can't recognize Pan Xue; you've changed your diet and now speak of deceit in warfare. You are not the Qing Shui I once knew!"
His suspicions cut through me like a sharp blade, forcing tears from my eyes.
A deep bitterness settled in my heart, burrowing into me like a relentless insect.
"Tell me, who exactly are you?!"
A gleaming knife was pressed firmly against my throat, and an icy chill spread through my neck, sending shivers up my spine.
His only revenge was to decide not to love me anymore.
Everything I had carefully built ultimately led to my own ruin.
After Mao Dun turned to leave, it felt as though my world had been completely shattered by a storm.
I could no longer hide my feelings. I grasped his hand, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed, "Qing Shui is in Chang'an Han Wangfu, with the one she loves, while the person before you is someone who loves you so deeply."
No one can accept deception, especially not someone like Mao Dun Chanyu, who is ruthless and merciless.
I feared I would have to spend my life here in despair.
I forced a bitter smile as tears silently slid down my cheeks.
My parents must be anxiously waiting for my return, but at that moment, I lacked the strength to even stand, overwhelmed by hopelessness and helplessness.
The egret that Mao Dun had personally planted had all withered; it seemed that miracles truly did not exist in this world.
I turned back in a daze and saw Mao Dun standing tall, his sharply defined features appearing even more sorrowful under the moonlight.
His eyes were as beautiful as stars in the night sky, yet I felt that their brilliance was so distant. I couldn't approach him; I could only gaze at him from afar, as if an insurmountable chasm lay between us.
"Why aren't you Qing Shui?" he closed his eyes, his voice filled with pain and helplessness.
All my tears fell onto the egret, but I held back my cries and sighed within: dear one, why does your heart only belong to Qing Shui?
Now I finally understood that there exists a kind of thought in this world that cannot be expressed in words—rough and sorrowful, like the winds of the frontier that pierce the heart.
For a long time, I had not seen Mao Dun. It was only by chance that I heard from the yellow robe slave that the Xiongnu soldiers were poised to strike, and the Great Chanyu was preparing to lead his troops to attack the Dai Kingdom.
This little girl always tried to win my favor, often bringing me tea and fruits, and even helping me groom Black Moon.
Pouting, she complained, "I really don’t understand what Chanyu is thinking. Why has he suddenly ignored you, Empress? It’s been over a year without a word. Are all men so heartless?"
I poked her forehead and gave a wry smile, self-deprecatingly saying, "Perhaps I did something to displease Chanyu and angered him."
She retorted indignantly, "Empress, you are both beautiful and wise. What could possibly make Chanyu unhappy? The Han people say that a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of affection. How long does he intend to hold a grudge?"
I set down the brush in my hand and smiled faintly, though my eyes were filled with desolation. "Not much longer. Once Chanyu conquers the Dai Kingdom, he will replace this unsatisfactory Empress."
She gasped and covered her mouth, exclaiming, "Empress, how do you know that Chanyu has proposed a marriage alliance to Han Emperor? Ugh, it’s all my fault for speaking out of turn!"
I knew. He resented me for taking away his love, and the only way he could retaliate was by refusing to love me in return. This indifference hurt me more than any punishment could.
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