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"Yu Xi, I married A Chou when I was just seventeen. Now, I am fifty-three years old. Since this illness struck, I have calculated the time spent with A Chou, and it amounts to less than a year. With the Northern Expedition on the verge of victory, I observed the stars last night and saw that the star of my fate is about to fall; I fear my time is short. Yet, Yu Xi, I promised A Chou that once the Northern Expedition succeeds, we would return to Longzhong and live a simple life of farming and weaving..."
As he spoke, a wave of guilt surged within him, causing his throat to tighten, and he coughed up blood. Yu Xi hurriedly climbed beside him, holding out tea with red-rimmed eyes and said, "If the Chancellor would refrain from discussing battle matters and focus on recovery, perhaps..."
Zhuge Liang waved his hand to silence him, instructing him instead to prepare the necessary tools for the Seven Stars Formation. He picked up his brush again, wanting to write something for Huang Yueying.
However, his right hand trembled for a long while, only managing to splatter a bit of ink, staining the blank paper.
"A Chou, if I had not insisted on your unwavering affection back then, you would not have had to wait your entire life and could have lived freely instead!" Tears glimmered in his eyes as he continued, "In the end, this lifetime, I owe you an unpayable debt..."
Two clear tears silently fell onto his collar, their moisture mingling with the vibrant red...
Days later, in Longzhong, hundreds of miles away, Huang Yueying stood alone in the courtyard. The eight hundred mulberry trees behind her rustled in the night wind. She looked up at the sky and distinctly saw the brightest star from the south plummeting swiftly.
"Master..." she murmured to herself, her mind drifting back to the image of the young man smiling gently under the moonlight.
"A Chou!" A familiar voice called from behind her. Turning around, she saw Zhuge Liang in white robes, holding a feather fan. Though his hair was now gray, he still exuded an elegance surpassing his youth. The timeless white robe glimmered softly in the moonlight: "I have returned!"
"Master?" She could hardly believe it. As she reached out instinctively only to pull her hand back again, she thought if this were another beautiful dream, she would rather remain lost in it forever.
He smiled as he approached her. The warmth of his fingers carried a faint fragrance reminiscent of night-blooming cereus—different from before but familiar yet strange in the night breeze as if from a past life.
He lifted her into his arms; despite being at an age deemed fateful by destiny, his movements were gentle and swift as he settled her onto his lap beneath the mulberry trees in the courtyard. Yellow silk threads hung from iron needles swaying gently in the wind as they faced south...
In the realm between the azure skies and the yellow springs, where dreams of immortals fade away,
Within the military tent of the Shu army at Wuzhang Plains, twelve years into the Jian Xing era,
Yu Xi knelt before the table, forehead touching the ground, his voice laced with tears: “Prime Minister, the Seven Star Formation is fraught with danger. If it backfires, given your current health, there may be unforeseen consequences. How will I explain this to Madam in the future?”
Zhuge Liang held his long sword, his gaze deep and resolute: “Yu Xi, when I married A Chou, I was barely seventeen. Now I am fifty-three years old. Since falling ill this time, I have calculated that my time with A Chou has not even amounted to a year. With victory in sight for the Northern Expedition, I observed the stars last night and saw that the star of my fate is about to fall; I fear my days are numbered. Yet, Yu Xi, I promised A Chou that upon our victory, we would return to Longzhong and live a life of farming and weaving…”
When Zhuge Liang died, I thought that as long as I withdrew my pure and pristine celestial thread, I could return peacefully to the heavenly realm.
However, unexpectedly, on the spiritual platform, that celestial thread blossomed in my hands with a brilliant hue of Nine Colors, dazzling beyond measure…
As I rode through the clouds past Longzhong, I saw my little A Jiao standing in the courtyard. The iron needles scattered throughout chimed softly in the night breeze, gently calling me: Your Majesty, Your Majesty…
In that moment, I finally understood that from beginning to end, she was like a peach blossom blooming in my heart—ever vibrant and unwithering.
It was her last night; this woman who lived in this world solely to follow Zhuge Liang lost her vitality at the moment my celestial thread was drawn back.
So I descended from the clouds and transformed into Zhuge Liang’s likeness, sitting quietly with her throughout the night until her breath gradually faded in my embrace. I tied my Nine Colors -dyed celestial thread around her wrist.
In an instant, thunder roared and fierce winds howled. Eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning struck down upon my celestial body until I lay charred before Thatched Cottage ’s door.
When I awoke, a red little fox sat beside me, its paws adorned with a circle of colorful Nine Colors fur. It gazed at me with sparkling fox eyes, staring intently into my heart…
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