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Only Loves White Moonlight
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Everyone in the court knows about the Princess and the Consort Only Loves White Moonlight, the Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman, who share a harmonious relationship.
Yet my Consort Only Loves White Moonlight wishes for my death the most.
He repeatedly urges me to worship his beloved white moonlight.
Just wait a little longer; I will accompany her to the grave, along with the remnants of our past.
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In the closed study, Huang Yu was once again drunk beyond measure.
The smell of alcohol filled the room, overwhelming and pungent.
I quietly pulled out the Pulse Case.
In my ears, Huang Yu's murmurs occasionally drifted through: "Yue'er, Yue'er..."
I let out a bitter laugh.
I had long memorized the contents of the Pulse Case.
But I still couldn't face this cruel reality.
Suddenly, the candlelight flickered to life.
I snapped back to reality and hurriedly crumpled the Pulse Case into a ball and stuffed it into my sleeve.
Huang Yu didn't even glance at me.
He walked to the memorial tablet of Xiao Yue in the main hall, lit incense, and solemnly paid his respects.
After Xiao Yue's incident, Huang Yu set up a memorial tablet at home.
He said, "I want to confess to Yue'er."
I still remember that night when Xiao Yue had a few drinks and threw herself at Huang Yu, crying out her troubles.
She completely ignored my presence.
I interrupted them, "If Miss Xiao has had too much to drink, I can send someone to take you home."
I pulled Xiao Yue away from Huang Yu's embrace and tossed her aside.
Huang Yu frowned in dissatisfaction. "I'll take her home myself."
I sneered, "There are so many servants here. Do they not have hands? Does Consort Only Loves White Moonlight need to personally escort her?"
In the end, a suitor of Xiao Yue stepped forward to help, offering to take her home.
Unexpectedly, on the way, their horses lost control, and both the people and the carriage fell off a cliff.
Both perished.
Huang Yu blamed everything on me: "You are a princess; they wouldn't dare go against your wishes. If it weren't for you insisting they leave at that moment, Yue'er wouldn't have died. Liu Yun, it's all your fault."
I was taken aback. "So what?"
Huang Yujun's face flashed with a hint of hatred. "So, you should apologize to Xiao Yue."
His implication was that I should accompany Xiao Yue in death?
I laughed, tears streaming down my face. "Huang Yu, why don't you just say it outright? You want to follow Xiao Yue and die together?"
After paying his respects to Xiao Yue, Huang Yu stepped in front of me, looking down as he commanded, "It's your turn."
I chuckled lightly. "Again?"
This wasn't the first time.
Every time Huang Yu finished paying his respects to Xiao Yue, he insisted that I join him in the ritual.
At first, I thought he was joking, but soon realized he was serious.
Huang Yu's expression suddenly darkened. "You don't want to?"
He kicked the table in front of me aside.
"Liu Yun, don't force me to take action. Didn't you say I was your support?"
He provocatively asked, "What, you can't bear to leave me?"
I retorted, "Huang Yu, do you think I would hesitate to leave you?"
When my mother was banished from the palace during my childhood, although my father did not abandon me, life became difficult without her presence in the palace.
After meeting Huang Yu, I took him as my lifeline.
We boldly expressed our love at the court banquet, disregarding the gazes of others.
The courtiers praised us as a perfect match, a couple made in heaven.
At that time, Huang Yu said, "In my eyes, there is only you. Even when my hair turns white, that won't change."
Unfortunately, after the passion faded, it seemed I no longer captured his affection.
It turned out he had never forgotten his first love.
It turned out he still remembered his white moonlight.
And I was merely a plaything for him to pass the time in his loneliness.
I lowered my head and laughed at myself, "Huang Yu, I accompany you to pay respects to Xiao Yue because I understand your guilt. But you are sinking deeper and deeper. I am your wife, not your enemy."
At first, Huang Yu asked me to accompany him in honoring Xiao Yue. Out of sympathy for his guilt and regret, I played along with him, hoping that after the ritual, he would feel some relief in his heart.
Little did I know he would repeat this over and over again, becoming increasingly trapped in it.
I became the victim of his emotional displacement.
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