They were wearing armor, holding weapons, and rushing towards the Mawei hill inn. The Tang army was frightened by this strange scene, and immediately drew their swords to prepare for a desperate fight. For a moment, the yellow earth was swept up by the wind, and the soldiers were on edge in the swirling yellow sand. Yuhuan knew this was the summons of Wuming, and even though she knew Wuming's true identity, she was still shaken by the scene. Just as Yuhuan was about to go out to stop them, she saw Wuming walking into the house with a sword covered in blood. Seeing the blood on the sword, a bad feeling surged in Yuhuan's heart.
"Wuming, where is Longji!?"
" Yuhuan......"
"What did you do to him? Didn't you promise me?"
"But Yuhuan, you've forgotten how he treated you."
"You really don't need to meddle in our affairs! I love him, and he loves me. Why do you have to break up two people who truly love each other?"
" Yuhuan, wake up. Does he really love you? Do you remember how he treated you in the palace before? The death of Consort Xiao, your marriage to Prince Shou, every single thing - when has he ever believed in you?"
"Enough! Enough! I don't believe that Longji loved me."
" Yuhuan! He is no longer Longji, he is Emperor Tang Xuanzong."
Yuhuan said no more, only staring blankly at the blood-stained sword. She couldn't accept the departure of her beloved. She picked up the sword and walked to the window, looking at the ongoing battle outside. She was in unbearable pain but also knew that there was no turning back. Ignoring Wuming's obstruction, she finally appeared in front of the group of soldiers.
The leader of the soldiers saw Yang Yuhuan finally appear, and immediately signaled to his men to stop fighting. In an instant, the battlefield that was roaring with shouts just a second ago fell silent.
In this desolate land, Yuhuan dressed in magnificent palace attire faced a thousand troops and horses. This abrupt scene appeared surprisingly harmonious under the moonlight.
Yuhuan picked up the blood-stained sword on the ground, her footsteps graceful as she danced the once sensational "Feathered Robe and Flowing Clouds" dance that had captivated the capital, but times had changed, and things were no longer the same.
She danced and sang:
Clouds desire clothes, flowers desire beauty,
Spring breeze brushes the doorstep, dew is thick.
If not for the first meeting at the Cluster of Jade Mountains, we would have met under the moon at Yao Tai.
After singing the first song, she recalled the birthday banquet that Longji had prepared for her in the lotus garden. Everyone at the banquet was captivated by her beauty, and Longji had set aside all state affairs that day to give her his best. In that moment, she was the glory of the Tang Dynasty.
A song ends, the Yuhuan's sword has already cut her arms and thighs. Wuming, on the side, wants to rush forward to stop it, but has already been firmly pinned to the ground by the soldiers, unable to move.
The second song plays:
A branch of red flowers with dew and fragrance,
Clouds and rain at Wushan, breaking my heart in vain.
I ask, who in the Han Palace can compare?
Pity the flying swallow leaning on her new makeup.
As the second song closed, she remembered the time when Emperor Tang Xuanzong punished her, confined her, and sent her back to the the Yang Family. She also suspected her of framing Consort Xiao, and even snatching things from Prince Shou. This song, she danced with particular desolation. As the dance ended, her red dress had long since blended with blood. Wuming shouted at her to stop, but she not only didn't listen, but continued to scratch her own face.
This move frightened all the soldiers present, as it meant that the peerless beauty of the Tang Dynasty had vanished. Yuhuan couldn't help but cry. While crying, she started singing the third and final song:
The famous beauty captivates both states,
Her looks bring a smile to the king's face.
The spring breeze holds endless regret,
By the railing north of the Pavilion of Sinking Fragrance.
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