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Yuan Qing was carried back to Nuanching Pavilion by the Crown Prince, a courtyard he had specially built for her after bringing her back from the southern suburbs.
Outside the courtyard, Cui Zhu stood tall, exuding tranquility. Li Song did not, as usual, arbitrarily assign her a title as a consort. However late it was or however busy he might be, he would always visit Nuanching Pavilion every day.
Such thoughtfulness and affection were things he had never shown before.
Yuan Qing was not unaware of his intentions, but she could only pretend not to understand.
At noon, the sun blazed fiercely, yet Li Song still braved the heat to enter Nuanching Pavilion.
He reclined on the soft couch in the inner chamber, allowing the palace maid to gently massage his temples to relieve his fatigue.
Outside the window, the lush bamboo forest appeared vibrant and fresh, and as the wind rustled through it, he couldn't help but say, "In the entire Eastern Palace, only your Nuanching Pavilion brings peace to my mind."
Yuan Qing replied softly, "Your Highness is mistaken; this Nuanching Pavilion belongs to you and has nothing to do with Humble Woman."
"Do you really have to make me feel uncomfortable?"
His voice was dark and cold, but upon seeing her gaunt face, he suppressed the anger rising within him.
She had recuperated for a month and a half, and her injuries had finally healed.
A gentle breeze swept through, rustling the leaves outside the hall, and a few mottled green and yellow leaves drifted into the inner chamber.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the essence of autumn had quietly permeated the entire city of Chang'an.
On this day, the weather was fine, with the sun shining brightly and the trees still in the absence of wind. Yuan Qing suddenly felt a surge of enthusiasm as she left Nuanching Pavilion, strolling leisurely along the white jade corridor.
As she entered the garden, a rich floral fragrance enveloped her. She looked up to see small golden flowers dotted among the lush green and smiled at the maid beside her, saying, "The osmanthus is blooming beautifully. Let’s pick some to take back to Nuanching Pavilion and brew some osmanthus wine."
The others cheered in agreement; some brought over stools while others fetched scissors, chattering excitedly as they began to gather osmanthus.
Prince Li Song was just exiting the council chamber with several literati when he passed through the garden. From a distance, he spotted a group of people gathered around the osmanthus tree, their lively chatter filling the air.
A few young scholars couldn't help but stop in curiosity to observe. One young man in white laughed aloud, "They say autumn brings desolation and fading beauty, yet here with the prince, it feels like spring is still in full bloom."
Yuan Qing had just cut a particularly flourishing branch of osmanthus when she turned around to speak, only to suddenly catch sight of the young man in white standing beside Prince Li Song, smiling. The flower branch slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.
Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but that moment of fluster passed quickly; she regained her composure almost instantly.
She smiled and beckoned a maid over to help her down from the stool. After greeting Li Song from a distance with a respectful bow, she turned and walked back.
The young man in white watched Yuan Qing's retreating figure with interest and remarked, "Though this woman lacks extraordinary beauty, she possesses an ethereal grace that transcends the mundane. Every gesture seems like a fresh and natural painting—truly a rare temperament. Is she one of your consorts, Your Highness?"
Li Song furrowed his brow slightly but remained silent as he continued walking out of the hall.
The young man took one last glance at the endless White Jade Corridor before rising and quickly following behind.
Inside the Nuanching Pavilion, it was very quiet. Bright light filtered through the beaded curtain, softly illuminating the peach blossoms on the screen with a delicate golden edge.
Yuan Qing gazed at the vibrant peach blossoms, and the face of the young man, slightly smiling, floated into her mind, stirring a sense of restlessness within her.
It was under the blazing Peach Blossom Tree in March when Cui Hu made her the One Year Promise.
She never expected that their reunion would happen in such a situation.
As she turned around, she seemed to catch a glimpse of his smile faltering for a moment. Did he misunderstand her as being the prince's woman?
No, even though she was in the Eastern Palace, she remained steadfast in keeping their promise.
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