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"The Master and the Lady are equally beautiful; why be so humble? I feel there seems to be even more resemblance," the servant said, and I couldn't help but be moved by it.
However, in the days that followed, I realized it was merely my own delusion. All the affection and intimacy between them could never accommodate someone like me. She danced, he smiled; she painted...
He ground ink; what a picture of deep affection they made.
I silently stood to the side, feeling a wave of melancholy wash over me.
"My husband often mentions Lord Meiyang," said Su Leiyue, her blue flowing gown sweeping the ground, her hair styled in a woman's bun, as she placed several dishes she had prepared on the table under the bright moonlight, with the sound of insects chirping in the quiet night.
"Does he often speak ill of me?" Perhaps the moonlight was too hazy; I felt a bit tipsy and slurred my words.
"Lord Meiyang is overly concerned," Su Leiyue replied with a faint smile. "He talks about your shared faults. Whenever he mentions Lord Meiyang, the smile on his face makes Lai Yue unable to suppress her jealousy."
As she smiled, having had another drink, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue that surpassed April's peach blossoms, Blossoming Radiance.
I glanced at Ye Shun, but he avoided my gaze and turned to Su Leiyue, changing the subject.
"When I first met Lai Yue, she was disguised as a boy. In the spring of March, her skin was as smooth as snow. When she bumped into me, her face turned red with embarrassment, looking so charmingly youthful that she reminded me of you in your childhood. It left an unforgettable impression on me throughout my life. After all these years, that fleeting moment when her eyes sparkled made me feel it was all worth it."
"Meiyang, you don't understand."
He smiled slyly, just like he did in his childhood.
"Meiyang, you don't understand." His clear voice rang out as petals fluttered down onto my shoulders. I raised my wine cup and downed it in one go.
The burn lingered in my throat; it had probably been three years since I had drunk so freely.
I vaguely recalled the scene on Tianshan where the young man pinned a flower in my hair, the two of us laughing and playing, unable to suppress a bitter smile.
"Don't understand?" I retorted. After uttering the last word, my head tilted, and I drunkenly collapsed onto the stone table.
My master often said that in our line of work—divining fate and predicting fortune—one must remember one thing: never fight against heaven.
Back then, with my yellow hair and youthful innocence, I boldly tiptoed to my master and pointed at the large red silk banner that read "Man Can Overcome Heaven," asking fearlessly what it meant.
My master's old face turned a mix of green and white, but he still maintained his role as a teacher and said, "People are foolish, vainly trying to change their fate, unaware that destiny is determined by heaven."
Emperor Xiao was growing increasingly emaciated, with the Heart of Seven Apertures at stake.
Yesterday, when Emperor Xiao attended the morning court despite his illness, his face was clouded with gloom.
It was said that a group of ministers led by the Chancellor had submitted a report against Ye Shun, accusing him of incompetence and corruption, even claiming that his frequent absences from morning court due to illness amounted to contempt for the emperor.
In the treacherous court, Ye Shun fell from grace in an instant.
"Meiyang, you have a match with Ye Shun; this matter is entrusted to you."
The Emperor Xiao lightly rubbed his forehead, being carefully supported back to the palace by several eunuchs. His suspicion was as heavy as ever; he had arranged for secret guards to be by my side from the very beginning.
The Emperor Xiao was already aware of Su Leiyue possessing the Heart of Seven Apertures. During last night's secret discussion in the imperial study, he issued me an ultimatum.
"Senior Brother." I called out softly, just as I did when we were young companions. I appealed to his emotions and reason, saying, " Su Leiyue can have a second chance, but Daqing only has one. Are you truly willing to abandon the world? You are stubborn; do you remain indifferent to the sixty lives in the Censorate and the fate of Tianshan?"
"You don't understand." That was still his response.
I felt a surge of frustration and said sternly, "The Emperor's Command Must Not Be Disobeyed."
He stood there quietly confronting me, a mere distance apart, and for the first time, I felt a sense of helplessness.
"Ye Shun is a minister; if the ruler wants him dead, he must die. The integrity of my Late Father must not be lost at the hands of Ye Shun, an unfilial son."
His gaze was calm, then he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "But Ye Shun is willing to bear the eternal blame, hoping that Meiyang will consider our childhood bond and ensure my family's safety. Thank you."
Ye Shun's tone was calm, without any hint of fluctuation.
For some reason, when I heard those last two words, my heart sank suddenly. My eyelids twitched twice, and an ominous feeling overwhelmed me.
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