Imperial Consort Qing Chuannian
At the head of Linde Hall,
The Emperor and Empress sat side by side.
Their robes were embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes.
Under the illumination of the lights, it was like a finishing touch that was about to come to life.
"On behalf of the Emperor, I propose a toast to Your Majesty and Empress.
May our two countries be neighbors and friends for a thousand years. "
With the first envoy taking the lead, the people below all started to become lively. They all toasted the Emperor and Empress who were seated at the top.
"... May Your Majesty live forever.
May Your Majesty live forever... "
"May our country prosper, Your Majesty and Empress.
May our country last forever... "
The congratulatory words were spat out in all sorts of ways.
"Good, good, good.
The intentions of the envoys and beloved officials. I have received it.
Come, let us drink this cup together. "
Today's Xue Pinggui was also exceptionally happy.
He raised his cup repeatedly and did not reject anyone. Not long after, his face was flushed.
He was a little drunk.
However, he was a martial artist, so his alcohol tolerance was quite good.
There was no need to worry for the time being.
Siyang took a sip of her wine cup.
Her gaze swept across the people below without leaving a trace.
Finally, her gaze stopped on a familiar figure.
Li Yi's seat.
It was neither high nor low.
His identity was awkward. Although Wangye addressed him nicely, it was just a greeting. Who did not know that he, the former Wangye of the previous dynasty, the current Emperor, kept his life and title in order to show his benevolence and righteousness.
He was a prince now, but after his descendants inherited the title, he would be demoted level by level. In a few years, he would be completely defeated. He had to know his place in daily life, lest he accidentally angered his superiors and completely gave up on himself.
Today, he changed into a black court uniform. He looked calm and steady, and it added a bit of dignity and grace. His every movement showed the faint noble aura on his body. This was a person who was truly born in the royal family.
Because of his identity, Li Yi did not have anyone around him to greet him. He sat alone and did not fit in with the noisy banquet. He looked quite miserable. Of course, he did not care about this at all. However, he, who seemed to not care about anything, finally could not help but look back after feeling that he was being stared at for a long time.
He looked into a pair of clear eyes.
Siyang pursed her lips slightly. The corners of her lips slightly curved. She raised her hand and raised her cup. She gently nodded at him.
Li Yi's lacquered eyes narrowed and deepened. He raised his cup and drank all the wine. after that, he stood up and said to the head of the Hall....
"I toast His Majesty.....
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Xue Pinggui was still somewhat wary of Li Yi. After all, he was a prince of the previous dynasty. If he had not interfered, after the death of the previous dynasty's emperor, there would be few heirs left. It was very likely that this person would ascend the throne. After calling him back to Chang 'an, he tested him a few times before he was slightly relieved.
"My dear minister, please rise." Xue Pinggui thought of himself as a benevolent Emperor. When he treated Li Yi, he appeared very polite and stood up.
Siyang also raised her cup and stood up. "Runan Of Gojoseon, please."
Li Yi's ink-black eyes swept over Siyang without leaving a trace.
Today, the Empress was wearing beautiful makeup. Although she did not look like she did in the past, it was more in line with her identity as the Empress. With the golden wings and phoenix crown on her body, she was graceful and luxurious.
"I toast first." Li Yi raised his cup and drank all the wine in it.
Siyang blinked and her red lips curved slightly.
"Baochuan." After sitting down again, Xue Pinggui held her hand and pointed proudly at the banquet below the stage. "This is Zhen's world. Now you and I sit side by side and enjoy the prosperity of the world."
Xue Pinggui's harem was supposed to attend the Banquet of Peace. But now, Xue Pinggui's children were sitting below, and Tuozan was nowhere to be seen. It was said that she was sick.
After the ruckus in the Jade Earth Palace last time, she had calmed down.
This time, whether she was really sick or faking it, perhaps there was another reason.
"This world belongs to His Majesty. I only have this status because of His Majesty's favor."
Xue Pinggui was very pleased with Siyang's words. Yes, this world belonged to him. He fought hard for it. Only when he sat on the throne did he know how good power was.
Thinking of this, Xue Pinggui's smile deepened. The wine cup in his hand never stopped.
The joyous singing and dancing, the celebratory laughter drifted out and floated throughout the entire palace. Even the harem could hear the joyous music from afar.
Tuozan stood by the courtyard wall and listened quietly for a while. She bit her red lips so hard that it almost bled.
"Princess, why do you have to do this?" Aya sighed. "You are the Imperial Consort. There should be a place for you at the banquet."
"What do I want that place for?" Tuozan suddenly turned around. Her eyes were almost spitting fire. She said angrily, "If I go, I will sit down below and watch Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan, the Emperor and Empress, be harmonious and affectionate. I will let all the envoys know that I, the Western Liang Princesses, am below a country bumpkin."
At the end, Tuozan angrily threw out the thing she had been holding tightly in her hand.
That thing was thrown against the wall. There was a crisp sound of something breaking. Aya looked over. A gold hairpin inlaid with white jade broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Aya recognized it. It was the token of love that Xue Pinggui gave to the princess.
Tuozan looked at it expressionlessly. Her shoulders drooped and she looked much weaker. After a while, she suddenly laughed mockingly and looked up at the sky.
"Xue Pinggui, you are heartless. Don't blame me for being unjust."
It was clearly a hot summer day, but it was so cold that it made people shiver.
Night.
"Baochuan … hiccup. Tonight, you will rest with me in the Sweet Dew Palace …"
Xue Pinggui, who had drunk too much at the banquet, half-hugged Siyang and said drunkenly after they returned to the palace in the imperial carriage.
Feeling the person on top of her and the unpleasant smell of alcohol that he unscrupulously sprayed on her face, Siyang's expression did not change. She easily broke free from his embrace.
"Sigh …" Xue Pinggui drank too much and his brain slowed down. Although it was a bit strange that the person in his arms was gone, he only thought of holding her. "Baochuan, is it okay …"
The people in the palace were quite perceptive. The palace maids and attendants had already retreated and considerately closed the palace door.
Her slender arms supported the drunk emperor, who could not walk steadily. She slowly sat down on the golden dragon bed.
"Your servant will naturally listen to Your Majesty." A gentle voice said in his ear.
Hearing that she agreed, Xue Pinggui's eyes lit up. He tried to sober himself up. Under the illumination of the surrounding candles, he only felt that the woman in front of him was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. It was as if the shadow in his heart overlapped with the one in his heart.
After waiting in the cold cave for 18 years, the clouds parted and the moon could be seen.
— — As if!
— — —
Red bricks and glazed roof 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 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. The room was so airtight that it was filled with an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.
It seemed that the original body was seriously ill.
With that thought in mind, Si Yang didn't move around. She tried her best to adjust her breathing and stabilize her heart. When she first merged with this body, the pain all over her body came crashing down on her senses. Just now, when she moved a little, her body couldn't bear it.
I'm afraid that I'm beyond cure, right?
At this moment, someone entered the bedchamber. When Siyang heard the noise, she closed her eyes and pretended not to notice.
"Your Highness?" The 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.
There was a woman dressed as a maid standing 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 had received all the information she needed. At the same time, this included 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. Her voice sounded relieved.
She gently opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her brows furrowed. After a while, she continued to speak.
"Cui … Cui'er." Her voice was 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. This way, your illness will be cured after you finish drinking it." 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 had no strength at all. She could only use this method to express her refusal.
"This, Your Highness?" Cui'er was puzzled.
After a while, Siyang had also adapted to the light in the bedchamber. She could clearly see Cui'er's appearance. 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 body might not know, but how could Siyang, who came for her, not know? She stared faintly 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 less bowl would make her uneasy.
"What?"
Cui'er wasn't young anymore. She met the original body when the original body was in dire straits. 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 something wrong with this medicine?" Cui'er wasn't stupid. Her heart tightened, and she felt that the hand holding the bowl of medicine was exceptionally cold and trembling.
In response, Siyang only closed her eyes. She had a tacit agreement.
Seeing this, after thinking for a moment, Cui'er gritted her teeth and immediately carried the bowl of medicine to the flowering tree. She poured all of the medicine into the flower pot. As she did this, her hands were trembling. Her heart was colder than ice.
Cui'er had followed her master for more than ten years. They had supported each other until today. Therefore, Cui'er 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 explained 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. Her eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly, "This servant will go get you something to eat right away."
After Cui'er left, the bedchamber became quiet again.
"Heh."
After a while, a soft chuckle leisurely sounded in the hall.
There were thousands of princes and young masters. Colored balls beat Xue Pinglang. [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. Ignoring her parents' objections, she severed her relationship with him. She chose Xue Pinggui, who was poor and had no one to rely on. She lived a bitter life in the cold.
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 personality 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 bitterly in the cold for eighteen years. She was poor, sick, and had a difficult life. She lived by spinning yarn and eating wild vegetables. She only hoped 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 based on the slanderous words of others. He didn't even personally verify it. 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 for the sake of his reputation.
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