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On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, what seemed like an ordinary day transformed into something extraordinary due to the grand celebration organized by Jun Jin and the Three Princes for Jin Shao's birthday. The entire Jin State felt different in anticipation of Jin Shao's eighteenth birthday. The relationship between the Three Princes and Jin Shao was well-known throughout the land, creating a palpable excitement among the people.
As news of the celebration spread, those who admired and respected Jin Shao marveled at his youth, while those who harbored resentment against him were equally astonished that such a remarkable young man existed in the world.
Vermilion Bird King Mai Qi hosted a lavish banquet, along with a launch event for new garments.
Xuanwu King Qingci provided free medical services across all clinics in Jin State for a day, while charitable organizations distributed steamed buns and rice at no cost. This act of kindness quickly became the talk of the town.
Azure Dragon King Song Kong gathered evidence and apprehended corrupt officials nationwide, presenting them bound at the gates of the Ministry of Officials overnight. This action drew cheers from the populace, although it only fueled further hatred from some ill-intentioned individuals towards Jun Jin.
It was said that in legend, Jun Jin had another king hidden among the masses—the elusive White Tiger King. Speculation arose about whether he would make an appearance at this grand event.
The imperial city was filled with joy, radiating with brilliant lights and colors as everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of this special day.
On such a day, I rose early to greet a clean and fresh morning. The weather was slightly cool as I stood atop the imperial city in my somewhat worn apricot-red robe. Behind me lay an endless expanse of golden glazed tiles, undulating like waves with no shore in sight.
Leaning against the smooth, jade-like crimson railing worn by time, I quietly observed the clouds drifting across this dynasty's sky. I contemplated not only its fate but perhaps my own as well.
My pale fingertips resembled an unusual flower blooming in the warm light of dawn—untouched by carmine or adorned with green phoenix leaves—a subtle yet enchanting beauty hidden deep within, unassuming and silent.
Standing comfortably against the wind, I stretched lazily, pondering how many captivating stories resided within this imperial city and how many flourishing women spent their lonely lives confined within this palace of solitude…
On my way back, as I walked past a lush grove of white flowering trees, petals brushed against me, showering my head and shoulders with delicate blossoms. Quietly treading on the green sandstone steps, my fingers grazed the ancient stone wall covered in moss, tracing its uneven surface as I softly recited: “...I do not resent these flowers for falling; I resent the western garden where fallen petals cannot be gathered. After the dawn rain has passed, where are its traces? A pool of broken duckweed. Three parts spring colors, two parts dust, one part flowing water. Upon closer inspection, they are not willow catkins; each dot is a tear from a parted lover…”
At the corner of the palace, a gray sleeve fluttered slightly, and a deep voice asked, "Who is there?"
"Ah—" I let out a soft exclamation, clearly not expecting to encounter anyone in such a remote place so early.
The newcomer was a tall and handsome man, his expression composed and mature. He wore the attire of a guard, and he seemed somewhat familiar.
As memories quickly flipped through my mind, I pondered for a long time before finally recalling this person. It was hard not to remember him; our encounter had been rather interesting. Before I could react, he respectfully knelt down and said, "Your humble servant pays respects to Lotus Consort; may you have long-lasting blessings."
Looking at his serious and respectful face, I was momentarily stunned before suddenly covering my mouth and laughing. "Du Guard, you don't recognize me?" After he had let me go that day, I had specifically asked Xiao Quanzi to inquire about the guard on duty nearby that night. To my surprise, it turned out to be him—a soft-hearted man. It was said that he was a wealthy young master from the capital who had practiced martial arts since childhood and thus entered the palace as one of the Emperor's personal guards to ensure his safety.
As I spoke, I sent a gust of wind his way. He had already sensed it and quickly dodged, standing at a distance with a puzzled look. I mischievously made a face at him. "What's wrong? Can't remember?"
Du Shaotang paused for a moment. Seeing that extraordinarily beautiful face, he suddenly recalled the clear and ethereal visage that had long been etched in the depths of his soul—the unforgettable figure from that night, dressed in white, floating against the sky with an elegant silhouette. That beautiful, interesting, and charming Court Lady who appeared like a fairy playing alone in the night deeply captivated his heart.
He remembered that mischievous Court Lady who had mysteriously entered his life and lingered in his thoughts—the resolute woman who had boldly reprimanded those selfish cowards outside Jingyang Palace without regard for her own safety. Du Shaotang's expression momentarily became dazed before he quickly regained his composure.
Seeing the myriad emotions flickering across his face was quite amusing. I chuckled lightly. "Speaking of which, Firefly should thank you for your mercy that day."
Du Shaotang reined in his admiration and replied respectfully, "Your humble servant does not dare to take credit; it was I who offended the Consort. Please allow me to apologize." He lowered his gaze in silence. Despite reminding himself countless times not to covet the Emperor's women—who were all celestial beings—his heart could not deceive him. Du Shaotang sighed inwardly but maintained an outward calm.
I stepped closer to him, leaned down to his ear, and whispered softly, "I won't mind. However, if there's an opportunity, Firefly will definitely seek your guidance on a few techniques. I've heard that Du Guard is one of the most outstanding talents in the Imperial Forest Army."
He stiffened slightly but still replied in a deep voice, "Your humble servant does not dare."
I remained silent, gazing at him for a long while before I left with a charming smile. Her laughter was enchanting, lingering in the air like a beautiful melody that resonated long after she had gone.
Du Shaotang stood there, stunned, unable to move for a long time.
Her fresh and warm scent still lingered in my ears, and I could still catch a whiff of her delicate fragrance that was both subtle and elegant, reminiscent of the sweet osmanthus blossoms wafting through the air. I could even see the long crimson hem of her dress trailing behind her as she departed, like a gentle wisp of smoke.
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