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In December of the same year, Mao Dun Chanyu raised an army to attack Dai, and Liu Bang's brother, King Liu Zhong, abandoned the kingdom and fled.
The Western Han was forced to adopt a policy of marriage alliances, sending a princess to marry the Xiongnu as an Empress.
When I heard this news, I was lying in bed with a high fever, feeling dazed and disoriented.
Outside the felt tent, the sounds of joyous drums and music filled the air, accompanied by flickering flames, creating a lively scene.
It was truly regrettable that I had crossed over to this world but had yet to experience what it meant to be a wife before being reduced to a discarded woman.
As a modern person, finding myself in such a dire situation was indeed quite tragic!
The festivities lasted half the night, and after calling out for quite some time without anyone responding, I realized how cold and indifferent people could be. I had no choice but to get up and find some medicine for myself, lest I lay here suffering in silence.
As I stepped outside the tent, a gust of cold wind hit me, and I felt my strength waning. My legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground.
“Qing Shui…” Someone behind me steadied my body. I felt as light as a feather in his embrace. The familiar scent of desert sand and wildflowers enveloped me instantly—ten years had passed, yet it was as if nothing had changed.
He turned my face toward him, compelling me to meet his gaze. His sharp eyes resembled those of a wolf, as if they were about to devour me.
“You are no longer the Empress of my Xiongnu Kingdom. If you wish to leave, I will not stop you.”
I didn’t ask him why he wasn’t with the New Consort, that delicate princess from the Han Dynasty. Instead, with tears in my eyes, I nodded slightly and said, “I will leave. I will seek someone who truly cares for me.”
Hearing this, he finally smiled with relief, but that smile concealed countless sorrows, as if it took all his strength to force it out.
The night breeze tousled his hair as he buried his head in my embrace, letting out a deep sigh that seemed to carry endless regrets.
"Why aren't you my Qing Shui?"
I could never answer that question, just as I couldn't explain why I had fallen so deeply in love with him. This love grew wildly in my heart like weeds.
Newcomers always had an air of arrogance about them. The petite Princess Chang'an demanded fresh fruits and vegetables every day, eyeing me with a hostile gaze as if I were a thorn in her side.
"Are you the Empress who has lost favor?"
I nodded and smiled, "Fortunes change; who knows, it might be your turn next year!"
The yellow robe slave stifled a laugh nearby, which only made her stomp her feet in frustration. I took a few steps with my Black Moon when suddenly I couldn't help but cough violently, each fit more intense than the last, as if I were about to cough up my lungs.
The yellow robe slave rushed over to help me catch my breath, but as she got closer, she was stunned by the horrifying bloodstains on my palm.
"Empress, how... after taking so many medicines, has your illness worsened?"
"Medicines?" My heart sank sharply.
She stared at me blankly. "It's the batch of medicinal herbs that the New Consort brought from Chang'an! They're very precious. Chanyu instructed me to prepare them carefully so as not to delay your treatment."
A bitter smile involuntarily crept onto my lips, and with it came a pang of anguish in my heart. It seemed that Mao Dun was not entirely devoid of feelings for me; rather, his love was clouded by hatred and misunderstanding.
I instructed her not to reveal my illness to Chanyu. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before I recovered, sparing him the annoyance of hearing about it. Deep down, I knew this was merely self-deception.
The yellow robe slave nodded, seemingly understanding: "The Empress truly has deep feelings for Chanyu. I really don't know what kind of madness has taken hold of him that he cannot see the goodness in the Empress."
Indeed, love arises from unknown origins and runs deep; yet this profound affection had become the source of my suffering.
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