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In the Huai'an Wangfu, Feng Yuan held her hand tightly and said to the people in the mansion, "From now on, Yun'er will be your young mistress."
For six years, apart from Yun Kezhai, there had been no other woman by his side.
Outsiders claimed she was his concubine, and those in the mansion regarded her as the future lady of the house. Yet this handsome and graceful man had never expressed any feelings for her. She often silently watched his back, filled with confusion and anticipation.
She had always thought that their bond did not require words; they were the closest people to each other in this world. But she was wrong; from beginning to end, she had never entered Feng Yuan's heart.
What he desired was the dragon throne in the imperial city.
When she finally realized his ambitions, she could only sever her deeply ingrained hopes and prepare to pave a smooth path for him to enter the capital. She felt a deep sorrow, often shedding silent tears alone at night.
But on that particular night, she discovered his monumental lie.
From then on, the depth of her love for him was matched only by her hatred; every time she thought of him, her eyes filled with resentment.
On the eighth day of the third month, during the Wanshou Festival.
The weather was splendid that day; the sky was clear, and the sun shone like gold. Tiny willow catkins danced in the air, white and light as snowflakes, floating gracefully.
Waking up in the morning, Yun Kezhai sat by the window, grooming herself before the mirror.
She picked up an eyebrow pencil and carefully shaped her brows, which resembled distant mountains. Her eyes sparkled like pearls, and with a touch of blush on her porcelain skin, a golden floral hairpin adorned her forehead. A hint of crimson graced her lips, enhancing her cool and elegant beauty. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she momentarily lost herself in thought.
At noon, Feng Xuan hosted a banquet for the officials at Huaqing Pool. Delicate hands served yellow vine wine, and an array of exquisite dishes filled the table, filling the air with enticing aromas. She sat among the concubines, yet her gaze subtly lingered on Feng Yuan not far away, her eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions.
The young man before her exuded elegance and tranquility, his demeanor noble and composed. When he smiled, his eyes sparkled like moonlight, shimmering with a clear brilliance that momentarily captivated her.
He was the one she had long admired. Despite the many intricate matters that lay between them, every gesture he made tugged at her heartstrings, causing her fingers to unconsciously clutch the hem of her garment.
The lively drum music abruptly ceased, replaced by a clear and soaring melody from a flute, sweet and melodious.
Dressed in a vibrant red gown and veiled in moonlit gauze, she gracefully emerged from behind a white curtain. Her steps were light, her flowing sleeves danced elegantly, and her bright eyes sparkled with unspoken sentiments.
As she twirled, her long sleeves brushed past Feng Yuan, and a small bell fell into his wine cup.
He elegantly lifted his cup, taking a sip while skillfully concealing the bell in his mouth, the movement fluid and seamless.
What evening is this, drifting on the boat?
What day is today, to share a vessel with the prince?
Though shamed by affection, I do not fear disgrace.
My heart is troubled yet unyielding, for I have met the prince.
The mountain has trees; the trees have branches. My heart delights in you; yet you remain unaware.
In the Imperial City, the Garden in Full Bloom lost its color in her graceful dance, captivating everyone present.
All the officials believed that Consort Yun was using the dance to curry favor with the Emperor, but only Feng Xuan knew that the prince residing in her heart was not him, but Prince Huai'an, Feng Yuan. A slight frown crossed Feng Xuan's face, and a hint of displeasure flickered in his eyes.
After leaving his seat, Feng Yuan pulled out a wax-sealed note from the bell. It was a Secret Letter from Yun Kezhai. He gently tore open the wax seal and unfolded the note, which read: March 18, Vermilion Beauty Pavilion, Phoenix Seeking Its Mate.
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