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Like water and the moon
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In the ancient imperial capital, where prosperity and political intrigue intertwine, the marriage between the royal family and the aristocracy is often part of the power game. Against this backdrop, the childhood story of Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng slowly unfolds.
Li Chung-Shen, the Third Prince, was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, exuding an extraordinary aura between his brows.
His childhood was mostly spent in the deep palace, where he would either engage in strict studies or play in the Palace garden. His figure could often be seen shuttling between the rock bridges in the Palace garden, dressed in green robes that stood out vividly in the sunlight.
As for Wang Shimeng, the eldest legitimate daughter of the royal family, she has been greatly cherished since childhood.
Her appearance is beautiful, her demeanor elegant. Every glance, every smile, seems to evoke tenderness in people's hearts.
Her childhood was spent in the splendid garden of the royal palace, where there were colorful flowers and the fragrance of birds, a place full of poetic beauty.
This spring, the two elders decided to let Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng interact more to cultivate their feelings for each other. So, on a sunny day, a meeting was arranged between the Wang family and the palace.
In the garden of the Wang family, Wang Shimeng wore a light blue long dress, the hem of the dress gently swaying in the wind. She stood on the stone bridge in the garden, holding a collection of poems in her hand, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
Li Chung-Shen was wearing a green robe, walking calmly from the other end of the courtyard. His gaze was firm, and every step appeared steady and powerful. When his eyes met Wang Shimeng, the air seemed to freeze.
"Hello, poetry vine lady," Li Chung-Shen smiled slightly, his voice gentle.
Wang Shimeng nodded gently, a faint blush appearing on her face. "Third Prince Your Highness's visit has truly added much color to this picturesque garden."
Facing each other, the surrounding floral fragrance seemed to grow even richer. Li Chung-Shen extended his hand, pointing to the blooming peonies in the distance. "Miss poetry vine, the peonies over there are in full bloom. Shall we go admire the flowers together?"
Wang Shimeng smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. Then, the two of them walked side by side towards the peony flowers, their petals shimmering in the sunlight.
Beneath the peony flowers, Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng talked about poetry, and discussed their respective dreams and ideals.
Li Chung-Shen expresses aspirations for the future in his words, while Wang Shimeng talks about her passion for art.
In their conversation, there are occasional light laughter, and their eyes sparkle with mutual appreciation and identification.
Time passes by unknowingly, the setting sun dyes the sky a golden red. Li Chung-Shen stands beside Wang Shimeng, gazing towards the distant horizon.
"Do you believe in fate, poetry vine?" Li Chung-Shen suddenly asks, his voice carrying a hint of depth.
Wang Shimeng turned around, met his gaze, and smiled slightly, "I believe that everyone's destiny is in their own hands."
Li Chung-Shen listened and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "What the young lady said is very true. A person's destiny should indeed be in their own hands."
Night falls, and the lights come on. Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng bid farewell in the garden, leaving a deep impression on each other's hearts. This encounter is not only a planned arrangement by their elders, but also the beginning of their destiny.
And behind all this, another figure silently watches it all.
Wang Minyi, the illegitimate daughter of the royal family, is the younger sister of Wang Shimeng. She bears a striking resemblance to Wang Shimeng, but their destinies are completely different.
She stands in the shadows, her eyes shimmering with envy and complexity, but she can only watch from afar.
In the depths of the imperial palace in the capital, Consort Yang and her sister Wang Fengluan are having a private conversation in a gorgeously decorated palace.
The palace is magnificent, with exquisite silk tapestries depicting ancient mythological stories hanging on the walls. The soft glow of glass lanterns illuminates the elegant figures of two women.
"Sister, you know that our connection to the royal family is crucial for us," Consort Yang's voice is gentle yet firm, her eyes revealing deep contemplation.
Wang Fengluan nodded, her eyes shimmering with intelligence. "Sister, I understand. We must ensure that this relationship is unbreakable. poetry vine and prudence have known each other since childhood. If we can further develop their relationship, it will undoubtedly be a great help to our royal family."
Consort Yang nodded gently, a hint of satisfaction on her face. "Exactly. prudence is clever and poetry vine is gentle and virtuous. If they can join hands, they will be a perfect match."
At this moment, the scene shifts to Queen Wang's garden. Wang Shimeng is wearing a light blue long dress, the hem of the dress gently swaying in the wind. She stands on the stone bridge in the garden, holding a collection of poems in her hand, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
Li Chung-Shen is dressed in a blue robe, walking calmly from the other end of the courtyard. His gaze is firm, and every step he takes appears steady and powerful. When his eyes meet Wang Shimeng's, the air seems to freeze.
In the garden, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, butterflies are dancing lightly, a stream is flowing gently, and on the stone bridge stand two children, a boy and a girl, who are none other than Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng.
Li Chung-Shen holds a freshly picked flower and smiles as he hands it to Wang Shimeng, saying, "Wang Shimeng, this flower is for you. May its beauty accompany you every day."
Wang Shimeng took the flower and a pure smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, prudence brother, I will keep it safe," she said.
The two children's eyes were filled with innocence and curiosity as they played and chased each other in the garden, as if the whole world belonged only to them. At that moment, they did not yet know that their future had already been quietly planned by their elders.
As time passes, in the blink of an eye, several years have gone by. Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng are gradually growing up. Li Chung-Shen is nine years old, and Wang Shimeng is eight years old.
At a gathering, a banquet was held in the grand hall of Consort Yang's palace, with exquisite lanterns hanging inside and a variety of delicacies spread out on the tables.
Consort Yang and Wang Fengluan sat in the main seats, their eyes occasionally falling on Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng, shimmering with satisfaction and anticipation.
Li Chung-Shen has grown into a graceful young man, with a kingly air in his eyes. Wang Shimeng is beautiful and charming, exuding elegance and wisdom in every move.
At the banquet, Li Chung-Shen and Wang Shimeng sat together, chatting and laughing. Li Chung-Shen's eyes were full of admiration for Wang Shimeng. "Poetry vine, you have become more beautiful over the years."
Wang Shimeng smiled slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of shyness. "Thank you, prudence. You have also grown a lot, becoming more and more like a prince."
The conversation between the two is full of tacit understanding and deep affection, and the surrounding guests cast envious glances at them. However, at this moment, an unexpected message shattered the harmonious atmosphere.
A guard hurriedly entered the hall, with an urgent look on his face, "The Emperor has decreed that The third Prince Li Chongshen must enter the palace immediately."
Li Chung-Shen's face changed, he stood up, his eyes revealing concern, "poetry vine, I must first go see the emperor, farewell."
Wang Shimeng also stood up, her eyes filled with reluctance, "prudence, be careful."
Li Chung-Shen nodded, his eyes showing determination, "poetry vine, wait for me to come back."
Li Chung-Shen quickly left the banquet and headed to the Emperor's palace.
Wang Shimeng, on the other hand, stood in place, her eyes filled with worry and anticipation.
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