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In the depths of the palace, there is a tranquil study surrounded by lush green vines and blooming peonies. At this moment, the study is occupied by Hua Xiu alone. She sits alone on a hard wooden chair by the window, her posture dignified, resembling a serene sculpture. Moonlight filters through the leaves outside, casting a gentle glow on her, outlining her silhouette with exquisite clarity. Her fair, creamy complexion appears even more ethereal and beautiful in the moonlight, like a lotus blooming alone in the night.
Hua Xiu's deep and bright eyes, like cold stars in autumn water, are currently veiled by a profound sense of confusion and unease. Her delicate fingertips lightly trace the yellowed parchment scroll in her hand, each page turn accompanied by the faint rustling of paper, as if whispering long-hidden secrets. This book records the past of a long-lost princess of the Weave Cloud Dynasty, and in Hua Xiu's heart, it stirs up a tumultuous storm.
Her eyebrows lightly furrowed, giving her an especially captivating look. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a bitter smile, a subtle expression containing both helplessness and self-mockery. Hua Xiu let out a soft sigh and murmured to herself, "If there truly is a connection between the princess in this story and me, how would it change my relationship with this dynasty? Is my fate truly inseparable from the royal family in this lifetime?" Her voice was gentle, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness and confusion.
At this moment, Hua Xiu seemed like a petal swaying in the wind, delicate yet resilient.
Just as Hua Xiu was immersed in her own thoughts, a slight knock on the door awakened her from her reverie. She was slightly startled, then quickly composed herself, putting on a faint smile on her face, a kind of expression that maintains gentleness towards the world even when burdened with heavy thoughts. She softly responded, "Come in." The door opened slowly, and a palace maid entered, breaking the tranquility of the study.
"Your Majesty, Consort Liu is here to visit."
Hua Xiu has not yet replied when a light and graceful footstep is heard. It is Consort Liu, dressed in an elegant long skirt, like an orchid blooming in spring, fresh and refined. Seeing Hua Xiu with a troubled expression, Consort Liu couldn't help but ask softly, " Sister Xiu, why the frown? Have you made a new discovery?"
Hua Xiu gently shook her head and handed the record in her hand to Consort Liu: " Sister Liu, take a look at this record. The connection between me and the Lost Princess seems to be becoming more apparent. However, if this matter were to spread, it might cause quite a stir in the palace."
Consort Liu took the record and read it carefully, her eyes filled with surprise. She gently patted Hua Xiu's shoulder and comforted her, saying, "Sister Xiu, now that things have come to this, we can only proceed cautiously, slowly gather more evidence to reveal the truth."
Hua Xiu nodded, but her heart was in turmoil. She stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the embroidered floral sea in the palace courtyard, feeling an inexplicable sense of loneliness and unease.
At this moment, Yun Fuyi suddenly walked in. He was dressed in a dragon robe, with a lofty and imposing demeanor, and a natural air of nobility and sternness in his eyebrows. Seeing Hua Xiu looking solemn, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He walked lightly to her side and asked in a gentle voice, "Xiu'er, why are you here with such a worried look on your face?"
Upon hearing Yun Fuyi's voice, Hua Xiu couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart. She turned to face Yun Fuyi, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, and said, "Your Majesty, recently I have discovered some things about my own background, but I don't know what to do."
Yun Fuyi noticed, furrowed his brows, and gently reached out to stroke Hua Xiu's head, saying softly, "No matter what happens, I will be by your side to protect you. If you have any worries, feel free to tell me. Perhaps I can share your burden."
Upon hearing Yun Fuyi's gentle words, Hua Xiu felt a slight relief in her heart. She softly recounted her recent discoveries and the doubts that had been troubling her.
Yun Fuyi listened and a complex expression flashed in his eyes. He tightly held Hua Xiu's hand and said firmly, "Xiu'er, I will secretly investigate this matter and ensure that you will not suffer any harm. As for the mystery of your background, we will definitely find the answers."
Upon hearing Yun Fuyi's words, Hua Xiu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. No matter what difficulties she faced, Yun Fuyi would always be her strongest support.
However, just as Yun Fuyi was about to leave, a guard hurried in, looking flustered: "Report, Your Majesty, there has been an intruder outside the palace, and they have been captured by the guards."
Upon hearing this, Yun Fuyi's expression changed. He turned to Hua Xiu and said, " Xiu'er, you wait for me here. I will go handle this matter." With that, he quickly left the study.
Hua Xiu stood by the window, watching Yun Fuyi walk away, feeling worried in her heart. The power struggles in the palace never ceased, and the mystery of her identity might become a new focal point of contention.
As night fell, the imperial study of the Weave Cloud Dynasty was brightly lit, with only Hua Xiu immersed in contemplation. The wind outside gently brushed the corners of the palace, carrying the coolness of the night and the distant fragrance of flowers into the room. However, this coolness did not bring any comfort to Hua Xiu, but instead made her feel an invisible pressure tightly entwined around her heart, making it difficult for her to find peace.
Inside the study, the candlelight flickered, casting the shadow of Hua Xiu, swaying gently with the breeze. She sat at the delicate sandalwood table, playing with a jade hairpin in her hand. Occasionally, a hint of distress appeared between her eyebrows, and her beautiful face was now filled with worry and anxiety.
Hua Xiu gently placed the jade hairpin down, and with both hands supporting her forehead, she couldn't help but ask herself, "Where will this journey of searching lead me? On this unknown path, amidst the storms, can I persevere?" Her voice, unheard by anyone, was filled with confusion and unease.
Suddenly, she lifted her head, her gaze firm as if she had found some kind of strength in her heart. She muttered to herself, "Even if the road ahead is difficult, I must find the truth. This is not just for myself, but also for the wishes of my ancestors." With that, a determined look appeared on her face, a resolve that would not retreat in the face of difficulties.
Hua Xiu stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the night breeze blow directly on her face. She gazed at the twinkling stars in the night sky, pondering how to choose her path in the future. At this moment, although she was in the deep palace, her heart was like a free-flying swallow, longing to soar in the vast sky.
As the night deepened, the candlelight in the study flickered, casting long shadows of Hua Xiu against the surrounding bookshelves and intricate scrolls. The wind outside seemed to add a touch of mystery and unease to the late night, gently brushing the curtains and bringing a cool breeze, yet also carrying the whispers of the night, unsettling the mind.
Later, she moved gracefully to a corner of the study where she kept her beloved embroidery tools and fabrics. Her delicate fingers lightly touched the colorful threads and needles, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She murmured to herself, "If the clouds of confusion in my heart cannot be dispelled immediately, why not immerse my thoughts in embroidery for the time being? Perhaps in this delicacy and focus, I can find solace for my soul." With that, she began her embroidery, the needle weaving through the fabric, creating exquisite patterns.
The night deepens, Hua Xiu sits at the table, holding a needle and thread, as if isolated from the world. Her nimble fingers skillfully dance on the delicate fabric, each stitch reflecting her pursuit of beauty and attention to detail. Her mind seems completely immersed in the embroidery, her focus making everything around her seem distant.
She murmurs softly to herself, "Between these stitches, I seem to find a thread of peace. How intoxicatingly tranquil it is." Her words carry a sense of contentment and a hint of cherishing the present tranquility. Gradually taking shape on the fabric is a blooming peony, Hua Xiu's favorite flower. She often says, "The luxury of the peony is like the ideal appearance of life, both intricate and beautiful."
Between her brows, there would occasionally appear a look of concentration, and then a smile, as if she were conversing with the peonies on the fabric, expressing unspoken words from her heart. Whenever the needle pierced the cloth, accompanied by a faint sound, a satisfied expression would appear on her face, as if every stitch was bringing a unique comfort to her soul.
At times, she would lower her head to examine her work, and then raise it to gaze at the moonlight outside the window, as if seeking some kind of inspirational guidance. Suddenly, she stopped her hand movements and gazed at the nearly completed peony, softly saying, "You see, even in this quiet night, the beauty of life can bloom so brilliantly. Isn't this what we should pursue?"
After finishing speaking, she lowered her head again, and the needle and thread in her hand moved even more rapidly and forcefully, as if responding to her own questions. Every stitch she made was filled with determination, showcasing her ability to find beauty in her craft, which was the most praised quality of Hua Xiu.
Finally, when the last stitch was embroidered, a lifelike peony blossomed on the fabric. Hua Xiu put down the needle and thread, her eyes shimmering with pride in her creation. She gently caressed the embroidery, as if touching her own soul. The tranquility she found in embroidery brought an even brighter smile to her face.
When a beautiful embroidery piece is presented before her, Hua Xiu's heart cannot help but feel enlightened. She understands that although there may be fog and storms along the journey of life, as long as one remains resilient and hopeful, there will always be a dawn to look forward to.
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