Investiture of the Gods
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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 sound of the door, the palace door was closed again.
The footsteps were extremely light,
But there was also a hint of urgency.
When Siyang woke up, she was faced with a room full of darkness,
The doors and windows were tightly blocked, so tightly 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, to stabilize her heart, and to integrate into this body.
The pain of the illness all over her body had descended on her senses. Just now, when she moved a little, her body could not bear it.
This venerable one was probably terminally ill.
At this moment..,
Someone had entered this sleeping chamber.
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.
As if seeing that the person lying on the bed did not respond, 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,
It was as if she was going forward to take a look.
"Oh..." pretending to have just woken up, Siyang opened her eyes in a daze.
In front of the bed stood a woman dressed as a maid, holding a tray in her hand. That was the medicine she was talking about.
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, and there was a sense of relief in her words.
She opened her mouth slightly, but she could not make a sound. She frowned and calmed down for a while before continuing to speak.
"Cui... Cui'er." The voice that came out with difficulty was really hoarse and unpleasant to the ears.
"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." Right now, her true self might not know, but how could Siyang, who had come for her, not know? She stared faintly at the bowl of medicine. What kind of medicine was this? It was as if she couldn't stop drinking it.
Of course, he couldn't stop eating. Bowls and bowls were like talismans that hastened one's death. One bowl less would make him uneasy.
"What?"
Cui'er wasn't young anymore. She had met her true self during her time of need, and the relationship between master and servant was deep. Although she was timid, she was kind-hearted, unlike some people who were heartless and heartless.
Seeing that she wasn't moving, 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."
"Your Highness, is there something wrong with this medicine?" 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, as if she had silently agreed.
Seeing this, after thinking for a moment, Cui'er gritted her teeth and walked to the flowering tree with the bowl of medicine. She poured all the medicine into the flower 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 they had supported each other until today. 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 have any intention of explaining. Some things weren't suitable to be explained too clearly, so 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 became quiet again.
"Heh."
After a while, a soft chuckle slowly sounded in the hall.
Thousands of princes and young masters, colored balls beat Xue Pinglang. [Excerpt from a Chinese opera]
Eighteen years ago, she fell in love at first sight. She tossed a ball at the brothel to choose a husband. She didn't care about her parents' objections, broke the family bond 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. It wasn't one or two years, but a whole eighteen years.
Wang Baochuan's character was soft on the outside but tough 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 stayed 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, all in hopes of her husband's return. Even if she mistakenly believed that Xue Pinggui was dead, she 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 and became the ruler of the world. He conferred Wang Baochuan the title of Empress. He did everything on the surface and gave the people the impression that he was a kind man who didn't forget his wife when he was rich.
In fact.
Wang Baochuan only became the Empress for eighteen days after ascending the throne.
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 by the wind and rain of 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 things around 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 annihilated the rebels in one fell swoop. He ascended the throne 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 his position. 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 in the end, even her life was lost.
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 on her body was particularly 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 of all. 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, 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'.
"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.
Joining the army, leaving the brothel, waiting for her lover day and night.
Waiting in the brothel for eighteen years, waiting until the clouds parted to see the moon.
— — As if!
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Red bricks and glazed tiles, a magnificent palace hall.
The door creaked open. The light from outside shone in, projecting a thin and weak figure on the floor.
With another knock, the door of the hall was closed again.
The footsteps were very 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, so airtight that the room was filled with the unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.
It seemed that the original body was seriously ill.
With that thought in mind, Siyang did not move. She tried to adjust her breathing and calm her heart. When she first merged with this body, the pain of the illness all over her body descended on her senses. Just now, when she moved a little, her body could not bear it.
I'm afraid that I'm beyond cure, right?
At that moment, someone entered the bedchamber. When Siyang heard the noise, she closed her eyes and pretended not to notice.
"Your Highness?" That person came to the bed and called out softly. It was a woman.
Seeing that the person lying on the bed did not respond, the woman called out again. This time, her voice was louder.
"Your Highness, are you awake? It's time to take your medicine. " Seeing that the person on the bed did not move, the woman seemed to be a little anxious. She went 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 hands. That was the medicine she was talking about.
When she was resting with her eyes closed, Siyang received all the information she needed to know, including the original body's memories. Now, everything here was left to her to deal with.
"Your Highness, you're finally awake." The woman was very happy. She sounded relieved.
She gently opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She frowned and calmed down for a while before continuing.
"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 taking this medicine. Once you finish drinking it, your illness will be cured." As she spoke, the maid called Cui 'er put down the tray. She held the bowl of medicine and wanted to feed Siyang the medicine.
Siyang frowned again. She turned her head and blocked the medicine. Her entire body was sore and weak. She couldn't use any strength. She could only use this method to express her refusal.
"This, Your Highness?" Cui 'er was puzzled.
After a while, Siyang got used to the light in the bedchamber. She saw Cui 'er's appearance clearly. Her appearance was delicate and pretty. Her complexion was yellow, as if she was malnourished. At this moment, she was looking at her with worried eyes.
"Pour this 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 taking it away.
Of course, she couldn't stop taking it. Bowls were like talismans that hastened one's death. One less bowl would make her uneasy.
"What?"
Cui 'er wasn't young anymore. She met the original sovereign in her time of need. The relationship between master and servant was deep. Although she was timid, she was kind-hearted. She wasn't like a certain person who was fickle and heartless.
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."
"Your Highness, is there a problem with this medicine?" Cui 'er wasn't stupid. Her heart tightened and she felt that the hand holding the bowl of medicine was particularly cold and trembling.
In response, Siyang just closed her eyes and looked like she was silently agreeing.
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. They had supported each other until today. 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. However, she didn't have any intention of explaining. Some things weren't suitable to be said too clearly. It was better to let her imagination fill in the blanks.
"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 fight Xue Pinglang with colored balls. [Excerpt from the Opera]
Eighteen years ago, she fell in love at first sight. She tossed a ball at the brothel to choose a husband. She didn't care about her parents' objections. She broke the family bond 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. 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. It wasn't one or two years. It was 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 stayed 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 and became the ruler of the world. He conferred Wang Baochuan the title of Empress. He did everything on the surface and gave the people the impression that he was a kind man who didn't forget his wife when he was rich.
In fact.
Wang Baochuan only became the Empress for eighteen days after ascending the throne.
Some people said that Wang Baochuan was unlucky and didn't deserve 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 Xiliang's Princess Tuozan. 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 annihilated the rebels in one fell swoop. He then ascended the throne and merged the Central Plains with the territory of Xiliang.
Princess Tuozan was God's favored daughter. 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 his position. If that was the case, Xiliang Country owed Xue Pinggui a great debt of gratitude.
However, Wang Baochuan appeared. She was a princess, but she became a concubine. No one would be happy if the position of the Empress was snatched away.
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 in the end, even her life was lost.
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, but from the corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows, one could still vaguely see her former beauty.
She was once as beautiful as a hibiscus, the most beautiful of all. Unfortunately, she had fallen.
Looking at her from the outside, 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.
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