Investiture of the Gods.
Join the army and leave the kiln.
Waiting for her lover day and night.
Waiting in the cold kiln for eighteen years.
Waiting until the clouds parted and the moon was bright.
— — As if!
— — —
Red bricks and glazed tiles, a magnificent palace.
The door was pushed open with a creak.
The light from outside shone in, reflecting a thin and weak figure on the floor.
With another knock, the door of the palace was closed again.
The footsteps were extremely light.
But there was a hint of urgency.
When Siyang woke up, she was faced with a room full of darkness. The doors and windows were tightly blocked.
It was so tight that the room was filled with an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.
It seemed that …
This venerable one was seriously ill.
With this thought in mind, Siyang did not move.
She was trying her best to adjust her breathing.
She tried to calm her heart.
As soon as she merged into this body …
The pain of the illness all over her body came to her senses. Just now, when she moved slightly, her body could not bear it.
This venerable one was probably terminally ill.
At this moment …
Someone entered the bedchamber. After Siyang heard the sound, she closed her eyes and pretended not to know.
"Your Highness?" That person came to the front of the bed and called out softly.
It was a woman.
She seemed to see that the person lying on the bed did not react.
The woman called out again.
This time, her voice was louder.
"Empress, are you awake? It's time to take your medicine. " Seeing that the person on the bed still did not move, the woman seemed to be a little anxious and wanted to go forward to take a look.
"Oh …" Siyang pretended to have just woken up. She opened her eyes in a daze.
A woman dressed as a maid stood in front of the bed. She was holding a tray in her hand. That was the medicine she mentioned.
In the moment when she closed her eyes to rest, Siyang also received all the information she needed to know, including the memories of this venerable one. Now, everything here was left to her to deal with.
"Empress, you're finally awake." The woman was very happy. There was a sense of relief in her words.
She opened her mouth gently, but she could not make a sound. She frowned and calmed down for a while before continuing to speak.
"Cui … Cui 'er." Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear.
"Come, Your Highness, drink the medicine first. The imperial physician said that you can't stop drinking this medicine. Once you finish drinking the medicine, your illness will be cured." As she spoke, the maid named Cui 'er placed the tray on the ground. She held the bowl of medicine and wanted to feed Si Yang the medicine.
Frowning again, Siyang turned her head to block the medicine. Her whole body was sore and weak, and she couldn't use any strength. She could only use this method to express her refusal.
"This, Your Highness?" Cui'er was confused.
After a while, Siyang also adapted to the light in the bedchamber and saw Cui 'er's appearance clearly. Cui' er's appearance was delicate and pretty, but her complexion was yellow as if she was malnourished. At this moment, she was looking at her with worried eyes.
"Pour the medicine away." The original sovereign might not know, but how could Siyang, who came for her, not know? She faintly stared at the bowl of medicine. What kind of medicine was this? She couldn't stop drinking it.
Of course, she couldn't stop drinking it. Bowls and bowls were life-hastening talismans. One bowl less would make her uneasy.
"What?"
Cui'er wasn't young anymore. She met the original sovereign in her time of need, and the relationship between master and servant was deep. Although she was timid, she was kind-hearted, unlike a certain person who was heartless and had no conscience.
Seeing that she didn't move, Siyang didn't waste any more words. She pointed at a flowering tree in the corner and said in a hoarse voice, "If you still want me to live, then pour the medicine away."
"Is there something wrong with the medicine, Your Highness?" Cui'er wasn't stupid. Her heart tightened and she felt that the hand holding the medicine was particularly cold and trembling.
In response, Siyang only closed her eyes and looked like she had silently agreed.
Seeing this, after thinking for a moment, Cui'er gritted her teeth and immediately walked to the flowering tree with the bowl of medicine. She poured all of the medicine into the flowering pot. As she did this, her hands were trembling and her heart was colder than ice.
Cui'er had been with her master for more than ten years and had supported each other to this day. She had always believed her master's words from the bottom of her heart.
After returning, Cui'er put down the bowl of medicine and sat in front of the bed. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to start.
Siyang saw Cui'er's struggle, but she didn't intend to explain. Some things weren't suitable to be said too clearly. It was better to let Cui'er fill in the blanks with her own imagination.
"Go get me something to eat."
"Your Highness finally wants to eat." Cui'er, who had an ugly expression just now, heard this and her eyes lit up. She nodded repeatedly, "This servant will go get you something to eat."
After Cui'er left, the bedchamber quieted down again.
"Ha."
After a while, a soft laugh slowly sounded in the hall.
There are thousands of princes and young masters, who beat Xue Pinglang with colored balls. [Excerpt from the opera]
Eighteen years ago, love at first sight fell in love. In the brothel, she tossed a ball to choose a husband. Ignoring the objections of her parents, she cut off all kinship with three palms and chose Xue Pinggui, who was poor and had no one to rely on.
Wang Baochuan didn't feel bitter about this.
What was bitter was that her deep feelings were wronged.
After Xue Pinggui got married, he had some ambitions. Perhaps at that time, he was sincerely planning for his and Wang Baochuan's future. However, Xiliang's life was unknown after the battle. When Wang Baochuan heard the news, she washed her face with tears every day. What she didn't expect was that the husband she missed so much had already remarried and become the ruler of a country.
Eighteen years. Not one or two years, but a whole eighteen years.
Wang Baochuan's character was soft on the outside but firm on the inside. It could be seen from the fact that she ignored her parents' objections and insisted on marrying the man she loved. She lived in the cold cave for eighteen years. She was poor, sick, and had a hard life. She lived by spinning yarn and eating wild vegetables just to wait for her husband's return. Even if she mistakenly believed that Xue Pinggui was dead, she still insisted on keeping her chastity.
As for Xue Pinggui, he believed Wang Baochuan's remarriage just because of the slanderous words of others. He didn't even verify it himself. From then on, he forgot about Wang Baochuan. It was only later that he led the Xiliang Army to attack the Central Plains that he returned to the cold cave for the sake of his reputation.
He ascended the throne as the Emperor, the ruler of the world, and conferred Wang Baochuan as the Empress. He did everything on the surface, giving the people of the world the impression that he was benevolent and kind, and that he would not forget his wife when he was rich.
In fact.
After Wang Baochuan ascended the throne, she was only the Empress for eighteen days.
Some people said that Wang Baochuan was unlucky and couldn't bear the honor of being the empress. She had the luck of the phoenix, but not the life.
Some people also said that Wang Baochuan's body had long been damaged after eighteen years in the cold cave. She was like a lamp that had run out of oil. She was just forcing herself to be the empress for eighteen days.
They all said that this was fate.
Whose fate?
To be honest, Wang Baochuan didn't seek death. She was forcibly taken away by the person she loved.
Xue Pinggui was able to turn the tables because he married the Princess Tuozan of the Xiliang Kingdom. Later, he used the excuse that Wang Yun, Wei Bao, and the others of the Central Plains rebelled. He led the Xiliang Army straight to the hinterland of the Central Plains and wiped out the rebels in one fell swoop. He ascended the throne as the emperor and merged the Central Plains with the territory of Xiliang.
Princess Tuozan was a proud daughter of God. She was unruly. She fell in love with Xue Pinggui at first sight. She invited him to be the prince consort of Xiliang, and the king of Xiliang even gave up the position to him. If that was the case, the Kingdom of Xiliang owed Xue Pinggui a great debt.
However, Wang Baochuan appeared. She was a princess, but she became a concubine. The position of the empress was snatched away. No one would be happy.
Everything led to Wang Baochuan's death.
Before Wang Baochuan died, she saw through everything. She also understood the cause and effect. Because of this, the resentment in her heart could not be dispelled. Eighteen years of suffering, the exhaustion of her youth, and finally, her life.
No matter how helpless she was, she was innocent.
That was why Siyang appeared.
After digesting all the information in her mind, Siyang looked up at the plain-colored bed ceiling. A dim light flashed in her eyes.
What was owed must be returned, no matter how much, no matter who it was.
The next morning.
In front of the dressing table, the blurry bronze mirror reflected the woman's face.
Her cheeks were emaciated, her skin was sallow, and her hair was as dry as straw. Her entire body looked withered. Because the woman was too thin, the dress she wore was especially loose. The sides of the dress were empty, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
The woman was about thirty or forty years old. Many wrinkles had crept up her face. However, from the corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows, one could still see her former beauty.
She was once as beautiful as a hibiscus, the most beautiful woman. Unfortunately, she had fallen.
Looking at her appearance, her eyes were the most attractive. They were clear and bright, as if they could see through people's hearts. They did not match the woman in front of her at all.
After carefully recuperating for an entire night, Si Yang finally managed to fill up most of the emptiness in her body.
She had to thank the benefits she received during the mission.
A good body, a good strength.
Although she was completely healthy on the inside, she still had to put on an act. After all, there were still people who hoped that she would die soon. In order to not disappoint them, she should continue to be 'sick' for the sake of insurance.
"Empress, the water is here." Cui'er walked over with a bronze basin.
Hearing the voice, Siyang slowly lowered her eyes, covering the light in her eyes. She became the lifeless Wang Baochuan again.
"That's right." With a long sigh, Siyang shook her head and chuckled. "I still remember that year, I followed him out of the Prime Minister's residence with nothing. We left our parents and settled down in the cold cave in Wujiapo."
"Niang niang?" Cui 'er frowned when she heard something.
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