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One year. The Eastern Jin Dynasty mourned the passing of Emperor Jin Yuan, Sima Rui. The people wept bitterly, grieving for a full seven days. Throughout the nation, everyone donned white garments to observe filial piety, enveloping the entire Jin State in sorrow, with no sounds of celebration or music to be heard in countless homes.
In another place, however, the scene appeared quite different. Many things seemed to diverge from reality, both in sight and sound.
For instance, the person who should have been resting in the royal tomb was inexplicably found in a place where they should not have appeared.
Jun Jin Villa.
At the dining table, the atmosphere was somewhat peculiar.
A stunningly beautiful woman sat there with a face as cold as ice, her gaze frosty and silent.
Beside her sat a man of noble bearing, exuding an air of grandeur. Yet, what struck others as odd was the obsequious smile on his face as he persistently served dishes to the woman. All he received in return was a cold huff from her, and she continued to ignore him.
Suddenly, a soft yet melodious giggle broke through the tension. Everyone turned to see the small figure daring enough to laugh while their master was angry. They exchanged glances, silently warning her to be cautious, but the little one seemed completely oblivious and unconcerned.
An Yijun looked at her furious mother and said with a grin, “Mom, it’s just someone who should be dead showing up here. What’s the big deal? Anyway, Jun Jin Villa has more than enough money; adding one more person won’t bankrupt us.”
The others gasped at her words; this young lady truly had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
It was understandable for their master to be upset. After all, when news of that inexplicable death had arrived, she nearly fainted on the spot and had even cried secretly. Yet now, that person who was supposed to be dead had suddenly reappeared before them—how could she not be angry?!
The woman suddenly smiled strangely, her beauty captivating all present. They were left in a daze; even after so many years, every time they saw their master’s stunning face, they couldn’t help but be mesmerized.
Such a beautiful person—never tiring to behold.
Only An Yijun understood that the more beautiful and happy her mother looked while smiling, the angrier she actually was. It was no wonder; Uncle Daddy had kept such a significant matter from her. It seemed he had been secretly plotting for many years, which allowed him to confidently hand over the throne to that false brother while he lingered at Jun Jin without leaving.
It appeared that Uncle Daddy truly adored her mother deeply. Sighing inwardly, An Yijun thought that as a child, she couldn’t comprehend what love between men and women meant in this world. She found far more joy in her business dealings outside—slowly devouring the economic lifelines of various nations from the ground up and controlling their fates. Money? Jun Jin already had plenty; it didn’t interest her. What thrilled her was witnessing those who looked down on her—a mere brat—fail miserably and beg for mercy with fearful gazes directed at her. That feeling brought her immense satisfaction. With that thought in mind, little An Yijun couldn’t help but break into a sly and enchanting smile.
Observing all her expressions closely, I sighed inwardly: Look at her; she has nurtured a genius more terrifying than any specter. Remembering how people referred to An Yijun outside made me smile with satisfaction—“the little demon.” That title suited her perfectly; those who had suffered greatly at her hands would likely never forget that innocent-looking child with methods sharper than any adult's.
I, An Jin's daughter, will surely not disappoint. Moreover, I admire An Yijun for always staying true to herself, never changing for anyone. Sometimes, I feel a pang of sympathy for her, as she has matured far beyond her years and missed out on the carefree joys of childhood. However, seeing her so content in her own way, I suspect that if she were to stop being herself, this little imp would certainly protest.
Suddenly, a cautious voice broke the silence. "Little Jin, you're not angry, are you?"
Despite his selfish actions, before leaving, he had bestowed upon An Yijun the title of Eternal Memory Princess of Jin State. Considering her temperament, he had specifically stated in the decree that she was the only princess in Jin State allowed to choose her own life—she could live in the palace or outside of it. He even granted her hundreds of miles of territory, giving her more power. Everything he did was for her benefit after his death. With all this in mind, Little Jin shouldn't be angry, right?
Yet, he truly couldn't grasp someone's character...
Realizing the focus of today’s conversation, I turned to him and flashed a dazzling smile that blended brilliance with allure. He was instantly captivated by my smile.
I laughed joyfully and said in a voice sweet enough to be cloying, "Since there is no longer a person named Sima Rui in this world, from now on, there will suddenly be a servant named Disaster residing in Jun Jin Villa. You have no objections, do you?"
I had given up so much for this man—almost my life—and while I, An Jin, may not be a legendary figure, I had managed to get by. For him, I had done everything possible and nearly sold the capital... What else could one call such a person if not a disaster?! I thought indignantly.
"Disaster?!" Isn't that term used to describe women who have brought down entire nations with their beauty?
A few of the Little Seven who could no longer endure the tense atmosphere buried their heads in their food. Suddenly, Song Kong let out an unintentional snort as rice grains that had been stuffed into his cheeks burst forth embarrassingly.
Seeing this, An Yijun shot a disdainful glance at these unsteady uncles and then sweetly said, "How annoying! Can't you let anyone eat in peace?"
Meanwhile, Sima Rui stood frozen in place, staring at the still-smiling Beauty and realizing he had completely angered her this time. He needed to think of a way to appease her; suddenly, his face flushed inexplicably. It seemed that only in one particular setting would she behave like a gentle woman who obediently relied on him...
Thinking about his suddenly wicked idea made him feel somewhat embarrassed as he lowered his head. However—he was willing to try any method just to avoid making her angry. With that thought in mind, he wickedly smiled to himself.
Unaware of his sudden embarrassment, someone tapped his inexplicably lowered head and complained, "What are you doing? Disaster isn't something to show off like a monkey's backside..."
Feeling unexpectedly cheerful at the sight of someone who quickly fled the scene after being caught off guard, I picked up my chopsticks and said with feigned warmth, "Let’s eat! Today's meal was personally cooked by Yun Ying..."
The crowd sighed: A fickle woman.
That night, sounds that could make even the moon blush echoed from someone's room. The air was filled with the essence of spring, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
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Four years later.
The same place. The same scene. However, there were now an extra pair of chopsticks and an additional person.
Looking at the person who had suddenly appeared here, stubbornly insisting on staying, An Yijun frowned slightly.
The same drama had played out four years ago; how was it that now the father had been replaced by the son?
Someone, already fuming with anger, glared at the two father and son duo who were smiling in a sycophantic and strange manner, utterly speechless.
Four years ago, the father had left the palace in a coma, leaving a mess for his son. After four years of planning everything, the son had also packed up and left, handing the throne to someone else while he nestled into Jun Jin like a good-for-nothing child.
I coldly watched the young man enjoying his meal and said indifferently, “This freeloader here, our Jun Jin Villa is not some refugee shelter. If you have nowhere to go, please find Little Seven; he will definitely help you find a good charity organization to live in. That’s also part of Jun Jin’s business, so you don’t need to worry about anything…”
The boy, who had been happily eating with his head down, looked up in disbelief and pleaded, “Mom, how can you be so heartless…” Sima Shao glanced around at everyone, hoping someone would speak up for him. However, he was disappointed as everyone continued to eat quietly and coordinatedly picked up their bowls to dig in.
“Little Jin…” The man beside him couldn’t bear to see his son, stripped of his identity and left with nothing, treated this way. He couldn’t help but call out softly.
Someone impatiently glanced at the father and son duo before finally gritting their teeth and saying, “Get lost~~!!”
It was one thing for the father to pull this stunt; it was another for the son to follow suit. Enough was enough!
Having grown quite a bit and matured mentally, An Yijun calmly continued eating before casually throwing out a remark: “Since there’s already one troublemaker here, why not start calling the old one Trouble One and the young one Trouble Two from today onwards…” Then he muttered to himself, “Two idle people; Jun Jin can still afford them.”
With a soft chuckle, several people tacitly raised their bowls and silently left the table. This scene was simply unbearable to stay in.
Who made them so lacking in resolve? Little Seven, Lian, and Song Kong couldn't help but sigh inwardly. After leaving the hall, they looked up at the bright moonlight in the sky, taking a comfortable deep breath before exchanging smiles.
To be by her side, no matter what or where, was their happiness. This was a sentiment that would never change throughout their lives.
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Near the mountain stream stood a small wooden cabin, painted red. The water flowed gently nearby, lush green grass swayed, birds sang in harmony, and wildflowers bloomed everywhere. There was even a long wooden bridge leading to the other side of the river. Sitting on the bridge during the day allowed one to witness the sunrise and sunset, while at night, one could admire the countless stars in the sky.
At this moment, under the moonlight, two people sat close together at the bridge's edge. The man gently brushed aside the woman's hair, which had become slightly disheveled by the breeze, and softly asked, "Little Jin, are you happy?"
The woman silently nodded and then suddenly took the man's hand, saying tenderly, "Holding your hand, growing old together."
Together for all eternity. Together for all eternity; this was their promise.
If this was happiness, then so be it. (THE END)
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