《The Lost Princess' Descendant》


 Merchants Daughter

    *Warning: This chapter includes sexual assault.*


    "Darling, I¡¯ll return late. If I¡¯m not back by sunset, you know what to do. Keep yourself and Xian Lian safe."


    Cao Anke¡¯s voice was steady, but the subtle urgency in his words didn¡¯t escape Xiu Yan. His sharp eyes scanned every corner of their home, taking in the stillness, sensing the faintest trace of danger. To the world, he was just another Ming merchant. But beneath the calm fa?ade lay a deadly edge¡ªone honed by years of survival.


    He preferred to travel under the cover of night. Darkness offered him anonymity, a shield against the eyes that might recognize him. Fewer eyes meant fewer questions, and fewer questions meant fewer risks. Trust was a luxury he could not afford, not when danger was always lurking.


    As he stood at the threshold, a moment of hesitation gripped him. His gaze landed on Xiu Yan¡ªhis rock, his constant, the woman who had anchored him through every storm. His love for her was quiet, steadfast, woven into the very fabric of their life. She, and their daughter¡ªhis little Xian Lian¡ªwere the light that softened the hardness of his world.


    Xiu Yan stood by the window, her fingers idly brushing the pendant that hung from her neck, the familiar warmth of its weight a silent comfort. The serpent engraved on the pendant, winding around a crown, had always been a reminder of the delicate balance they lived in. She gave it a soft, affectionate touch before letting her fingers fall, her gaze meeting his.


    He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the touch lingering just a fraction longer than usual. No words passed between them, but they both understood the gravity of the moment. This could very well be the last time he saw her¡ªsaw them.


    Xiu Yan met his gaze, her face unreadable, a mask of strength, but her breath betrayed her¡ªfaint tremors in the rise and fall of her chest. "Go safely, my husband. I¡¯ll wait for you," she said, her voice firm, though the tremor at its edges revealed her hidden worry.


    Anke gave her a sad, yet reassuring smile before turning to their daughter. "Xian Lian," he called softly.


    At the sound of her name, the little girl¡¯s laughter filled the room, her bright giggles ringing out with innocence and joy¡ªa stark contrast to the danger that loomed.


    "Baba! Promise to come back home!" Xian Lian''s voice was filled with hope, too pure for the cruel world they inhabited. The words struck Anke''s heart like a blade, a painful reminder of everything he stood to lose.


    Anke chuckled, brushing his hand through her hair. "I will, little one. Be good for your mother."


    "I¡¯m always a good girl!" Xian Lian declared proudly, puffing out her chest with confidence that made his heart ache.


    If he could, he would have stayed forever in this moment¡ªthe moment when danger seemed a distant thing, and nothing threatened the peace of his family. But the world was never so kind. Duty called.


    He kissed Xiu Yan once more, his lips lingering, and in that moment, he wondered¡ªwhat if this was the last time? The thought gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside. There was no room for hesitation now.


    With a final glance at his family, Anke turned toward the door. The golden light of the setting sun stretched across the courtyard as he stepped outside, its warmth a fleeting comfort against the cold chill creeping through his bones.


    As the sun sank lower, the warmth began to fade. Xiu Yan stood by the window, her fingers lightly resting on the frame. The sky outside was ablaze with orange hues, casting a soft glow across the room, but a heaviness settled in her chest with each passing second.


    Something wasn¡¯t right.


    The silence of the house, the soft breathing of Xian Lian asleep in her bed, did nothing to ease her growing unease. Instead, it only heightened the gnawing sensation in her gut.


    She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath. The night air carried the faint rustling of leaves, the distant sounds of merchants winding down their day. But beneath it all, there was an unnatural stillness. The kind that made her skin prickle.


    Without a word, she scooped Xian Lian into her arms, holding her close against her chest. She moved quickly, silently, to the hidden safe room¡ªthe one they hoped they would never have to use. She tucked a worn necklace¡ªan heirloom from long ago¡ªbeside her daughter before sealing the door with practiced hands. Her fingers trembled as she locked it.


    The pendant, the serpent that had once symbolized power, now seemed to carry the weight of an impending fate. She ran her thumb across the carving, wishing it could shield them from what might come.


    If the worst came, she had to be ready. She wouldn¡¯t fail them.


    The wind picked up, whispering through the trees. The night deepened, its shadow stretching across their home.


    Anke¡¯s footsteps were light but purposeful, his boots soft against the dirt path. The last traces of daylight had vanished, leaving only the pale moonlight to guide him. The air was still, but every instinct screamed that something was wrong.


    A rustle in the brush.


    He stopped. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his dagger, the familiar coolness of the serpent¡¯s hilt fitting his fingers perfectly¡ªlike the one Xiu Yan wore, the engraving shared by both.


    His grip tightened.


    The silence pressed in, thick with the promise of danger.


    Then, they struck.


    Three masked figures emerged from the darkness, their blades gleaming under the moonlight.


    Anke¡¯s dagger flashed, a streak of silver cutting through the night as he swiftly took down the first assassin. The second fell just as quickly. But before he could even regain his stance, more figures emerged from the shadows.


    And then one stepped forward.


    The man¡¯s robes were of fine quality, understated but clearly expensive, his presence commanding. His sword gleamed under the dim light, elegant but deadly.


    "So, you¡¯re the one who crossed the border and made things... difficult," Hyun Yeol¡¯s voice was low, his tone edged with restrained fury. His words hung heavy in the air, a threat masked beneath an air of professionalism.


    Anke¡¯s eyes narrowed. The man before him had a sharp edge to him, one that made Anke¡¯s instincts flare. He was no stranger to danger, but something about this confrontation felt different.


    "You¡¯ve caused me a lot of trouble," Hyun Yeol continued, circling him slowly, his eyes narrowing with purpose. "Zhang Lei Hong doesn''t forget those who complicate his plans, especially when they¡¯re a thorn in the side of something much bigger than they realize."


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    Anke¡¯s mind raced. He had suspected Zhang Lei Hong might be behind the growing danger, but hearing Hyun Yeol''s words confirmed it. Zhang Lei Hong¡ªcorrupt, ambitious¡ªhad no intention of letting him live, no matter how insignificant he had tried to appear.


    "You think I care about Ming politics?" Hyun Yeol sneered, his voice cold. "I¡¯m here for her. The Crown Princess. Where is she?" His blade pressed closer, the edge a whisper away from Anke''s throat.


    Anke¡¯s lips curled into a bitter smile. This fool didn¡¯t even know. Zhang Lei Hong had sent him for one woman¡ªnever mentioning the royal blood Anke carried. A distraction. A decoy. And now Xiu Yan and Xian Lian would pay the price.


    "Zhang Lei Hong wanted to be rid of you long ago," Hyun Yeol said, his eyes cold, calculating. "But here you are, still standing in his way. I was sent to make sure that ends tonight."


    Anke opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, another assassin lunged forward, his blade slashing deep into Anke¡¯s side.


    Pain exploded through him, blood soaking his clothes as darkness crept into his vision. He staggered, his knees buckling beneath him.


    "Xiu Yan..." The name slipped from his lips, a whispered prayer. His love, his regret, his hope¡ªall of it bound in that single word.


    He fell to his knees, the cold earth pressing against him. The assassin loomed over him, his blade poised at Anke¡¯s throat. The finality in his eyes was unmistakable.


    "You don¡¯t deserve her," the assassin hissed. "If she bore any of your children, I¡¯ll make sure they die with you."


    Pain surged again, but all Anke could think of was Xiu Yan and Xian Lian. What had he left them to face?


    The world faded away.


    Darkness swallowed him whole.


    To the assassins, he was just another casualty¡ªa man caught in the crossfire of power. But his death would not go unanswered. His fall would ignite a fire that neither Zhang Lei Hong nor Joseon could control.


    As Xiu Yan stood by the window, a sense of dread gnawed at her, a cold heaviness weighing down her chest. She glanced over at Xian Lian, who slept peacefully in the hidden safe room, and whispered a silent prayer for Anke¡¯s safety. But deep down, she knew. The silence in the air wasn¡¯t peace¡ªit was a harbinger of loss.


    Faint, deliberate footsteps crept across the roof, the sound sharp and unsettling. A jolt of fear shot through her, instincts kicking into overdrive. She rushed to the master room, grabbing her sword, but before she could take a stance, the door slammed open. A shadow loomed in the doorway, his presence cold and commanding.


    The Joseon assassin moved with terrifying speed, disarming her in a single fluid motion. His gloved hands seized her wrists before she could react, and in the next instant, she was forced onto the bed, her body pinned beneath his.


    ¡°Let me go!¡± Xiu Yan shouted, struggling to break free. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest, but the assassin¡¯s strength was unyielding.


    Slowly, the man pulled down his mask, revealing his face. Xiu Yan froze, a chill running down her spine. The world seemed to collapse in on her as recognition hit like a physical blow. It was Yi Hyun Yeol¡ªthe King of Joseon, the very man from her past.


    Her lips trembled, a breathless whisper escaping her. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡±


    In that moment, a forgotten name surfaced in her mind¡ªHae-ju, the name she had buried when she left Joseon. She had shed that identity, severing herself from the woman she had once been, but now, it lingered like a ghost. Hae-ju was no more; Xiu Yan was born from the ashes of that name.


    The world seemed to still. Hyun Yeol¡¯s cold smile stretched across his face, as empty and cruel as ever.


    ¡°You remember me,¡± he said, his voice low and too familiar. ¡°Good. You were never his. You were kidnapped, and I¡¯ve come to rescue you.¡±


    Xiu Yan¡¯s eyes blurred with tears, but she forced them back, pushing the fear and sorrow down as she gathered the strength to speak. ¡°Where is my husband?¡± Her voice trembled, but she stood her ground, determined despite the overwhelming terror building within her.


    For a brief moment, Hyun Yeol¡¯s smile faltered, replaced by a darkness that made her blood run cold. His grip tightened on her wrists, the pain sharp.


    ¡°What husband?¡± His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. ¡°You belong to me. You always have.¡±


    Xiu Yan¡¯s heart raced. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. This man¡ªthe one who had tormented her for so long¡ªstood before her now, tearing apart everything she had fought for.


    ¡°You will never be his,¡± Hyun Yeol continued, his words thick with possessiveness. ¡°I¡¯ve come to reclaim what¡¯s mine.¡±


    Every part of Xiu Yan¡¯s body fought against him, but the man she once knew¡ªher captor, her tormentor¡ªwas too strong, too relentless. ¡°Leave me alone, monster!¡± she spat, her voice full of hatred, but it was no use.


    Hyun Yeol released one of her wrists, only to twist her body, locking her in place behind him. The weight of his presence crushed her, dragging her back to the horrors of the past she had fought so hard to bury.


    ¡°Remember when we almost¡­ made love?¡± His voice was cold and mocking, sending shivers of revulsion through her. ¡°Before your brother-in-law stopped us? If he hadn¡¯t interfered, we would have been happy together.¡±


    Xiu Yan went rigid, the memories flooding back in a violent rush. She struggled, but the weight of it all was too much. The man, the pain, the fear¡ªit all came crashing back.


    ¡°Let go¡­¡± she whispered, barely able to breathe.


    ¡°You¡¯ll bear my children now,¡± Hyun Yeol declared, his tone final, sickening. His hands tugged at her skirts, his touch vile. ¡°No one else will ever touch you. You belong to me.¡±


    Her heart shattered as he continued, every word and every action a brutal reminder of the trauma she had never truly escaped. She could no longer move, no longer fight¡ªshe was trapped in the past and the present, drowning in the storm of despair he had created.


    An hour later, Hyun Yeol stood in the center of the room, adjusting his robes with practiced precision. He stared down at Xiu Yan, still motionless on the bed. His gaze roamed over her, filled with a disturbing mixture of obsession and something almost like regret. The air in the room was thick with his twisted thoughts, though he remained blissfully unaware of the torment he caused. To him, consequences were an abstract concept, never truly reaching him.


    ¡°You¡¯re still so beautiful,¡± he murmured, his voice possessive, as his hand drifted along her exposed thigh. ¡°If you bore his child, I¡¯ll make sure it dies with him. But you¡¯ll give me heirs. You belong to me now. You always have.¡±


    The words hung in the air, vile and suffocating. His fingers traced along her skin, as though she were a possession to be admired, not a person with her own life and will.


    But then, suddenly, Xiu Yan¡¯s eyes snapped open. There was a fire in them¡ªdefiance burning through the layers of trauma and fear. With a ferocious scream, she lunged for the sword she had dropped earlier, her body trembling with the last of her strength.


    ¡°Die, monster!¡± she cried, her voice breaking with rage and sorrow as tears streamed down her face. Hyun Yeol barely had time to react. He dodged her strike with the fluidity of a seasoned warrior, moving with a speed born of years of experience.


    Before he could regain his footing, Xiu Yan¡¯s hand shot to the dagger at his belt. She yAnked it free and aimed for his heart, the blade glinting in the dim light. Her strike was swift, but Hyun Yeol was faster. With a harsh slash, he deflected the dagger, the blade grazing his side in a quick, shallow wound.


    Xiu Yan staggered, her strength fading. Her body crumpled to the floor, the dagger slipping from her fingers. Hyun Yeol stood over her, breathless, as she collapsed, her blood staining the floor beneath her. His eyes locked onto her, but it wasn¡¯t just her body that captivated him¡ªit was his obsession, his twisted claim over her, that consumed him now.


    ¡°Hae-ju¡­¡± His voice faltered for the first time in years, and for a moment, he knelt beside her, his hands trembling as they hovered over her lifeless form.


    Her eyes were glassy, the spark of life extinguished. And yet, Xiu Yan managed a final whisper, her defiance clear even in death.


    ¡°You¡¯ll never have me¡­ not in this life¡­ or the next¡­¡±


    Her words struck him like a blow to the chest, the pain more intense than any wound he had ever felt. He didn¡¯t understand¡ªwhy was she rejecting him? Why couldn¡¯t she see that he, the King, could give her everything she ever wanted? Yet here she was, slipping from his grasp, just as she always had.


    ¡°No¡­ please¡­¡± His voice cracked as he cradled her body in his arms, the coldness of her lifeless form sinking into his skin. ¡°Hae-ju, don¡¯t leave me¡­¡±


    Tears fell from his eyes¡ªtears unlike anything he had ever shed before. They were raw, desperate, filled with an agony he had never allowed himself to feel. ¡°I promise I¡¯ll be good to you¡­ I swear it.¡±


    But Xiu Yan didn¡¯t respond. She was gone. Her body was a lifeless weight in his arms, and the reality of it hit him harder than anything he had ever known.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s wail echoed in the empty room, the anguished cry of a man who had never truly understood loss until it was too late.

 The Queen鈥檚 Affair pt. 1

    Hyun Yeol moved swiftly through the palace corridors, his steps echoing unnervingly in the silence. The usual bustle¡ªthe servants¡¯ footsteps, the low murmurs of conversations¡ªwas absent. It was a silence pregnant with meaning, as though the weight of untold secrets hung heavy in the air. He reached his chambers and pushed open the door with a creak, the sound sharper than it had any right to be. Inside, Eunuch Lee stood at attention, his stance rigid, the space between them thick with unspoken words.


    "Your Majesty," Eunuch Lee greeted, bowing deeply, his voice tinged with a weight that mirrored the stillness in the room.


    Hyun Yeol didn''t respond immediately. His eyes drifted to the window, where flickering candlelight stretched across the darkened walls, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper of things lost. His fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into his palms, grounding him in a reality he wanted to escape. When his voice finally came, it was rough, barely holding together. "The search for the Crown Princess is over... She¡¯s dead."


    Eunuch Lee froze. For a moment, his expression faltered before his eyes narrowed, the lines of concern deepening. "The Ming? Did they¡ª?"


    "Yes," Hyun Yeol interrupted sharply, his voice tight with restrained fury. But under the anger, there was something else¡ªa brittle layer of guilt that he couldn¡¯t push aside. "They killed her. You were only trying to protect her." His words were a lie, heavy and bitter, but it was the only way he could hold on to control. The truth¡ªthe fact that the Ming had nothing to do with her death¡ªwas a truth he couldn¡¯t face. It was his own weakness, his own negligence that had caused it.


    Eunuch Lee¡¯s brow furrowed, a rare intensity flashing in his eyes, though his face remained calm. "We will act swiftly, Your Majesty."


    Hyun Yeol nodded, his mind clouded with thoughts of vengeance. But it all felt distant now, the fire inside him cold. "The Ming will pay."


    Before Eunuch Lee could leave, Hyun Yeol¡¯s voice stopped him, raw and trembling beneath his usual mask of authority. "Send for an artist... and the Queen¡¯s brother. Have them create a portrait of Hae-ju¡ªof her as she once was. Bright. Beautiful."


    In her chambers, the Queen sat motionless, the news of Hae-ju''s death settling over her like a wound¡ªone that had never truly healed. She had seen this day coming, had felt the rift between her and Hyun Yeol deepen, until it had become an insurmountable chasm. Hae-ju was gone, but it was her husband who had driven the knife in. The grief, though sharp, was familiar¡ªa constant ache she had learned to bear. But now, it was an open wound, bleeding and raw.


    Her hand moved mechanically, dipping the quill into ink, her strokes deliberate. The words she wrote held meaning only for those who could decipher them, but to the one who understood, they spoke clearly: a message. A final farewell. She sealed the letter with a heavy heart, the weight of it pressing down on her chest like a stone.


    In his study, Do-hyun sat motionless, the moonlight casting long shadows across the room. The letter lay on his desk, its contents stabbing at him, each word a wound. Grief churned inside him, but it was hollow¡ªgrief that refused to settle. The steward¡¯s voice broke the silence, soft with concern.


    "Lord?" the steward asked, his voice edged with worry.


    Do-hyun¡¯s gaze lingered on the moonlit night, but his eyes were unfocused, his mind trapped in the past, in promises broken and failures he couldn¡¯t undo. A knot of guilt tightened in his chest. "I promised my father I¡¯d protect his friend¡¯s children... but I failed. I couldn¡¯t protect Hae-ju." His voice cracked, and for a moment, the weight of his words felt too much to bear. His throat constricted, as though the very air conspired against him.


    His wife¡¯s arms slipped around him, her touch warm, fragile, anchoring him to the moment. "You did all you could," she whispered, her voice thick with strength. "Because of you, she lived long enough to be free of him."


    But the ache inside him didn¡¯t subside. It burned, relentless. "My sister¡¯s still in pain... And I can¡¯t comfort her without drawing suspicion." His hands curled into fists at his sides, his body taut, every word a battle to hold in.


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    She winced at the mention of Hyun Yeol but said nothing. "At least she¡¯s free of him. No more fear."


    Do-hyun nodded stiffly, as if the simple gesture could break him. "Yes... As long as she¡¯s free, I hope she finds peace. I¡¯m sorry, Hae-ju..."


    The next morning, Do-hyun sent a letter to a distant village, its words heavy with finality. His bodyguard, Kim Gyu, left quietly, moving with the efficiency of someone who understood the stakes. When he returned, Do-hyun sat in his study, his thoughts tangled in dread and fleeting hope. His fingers traced the edges of a book, but the words blurred, meaningless.


    "Young Lord..." Kim Gyu¡¯s voice broke the stillness, low and grave, carrying sorrow of his own.


    "How did it go?" Do-hyun asked, his voice strained, betraying the urgency beneath it.


    Kim Gyu¡¯s expression darkened, his eyes shadowed with something unreadable. "He¡¯s in despair. Nothing can ease the wound."


    Do-hyun¡¯s face went pale. The weight of Kim Gyu¡¯s words settled on him like a stone. "And my father?"


    "Collapsed after hearing the news. He hasn¡¯t woken since."


    A cold dread spread through Do-hyun¡¯s chest, his heart pounding painfully. "Thank you, Kim Gyu."


    Kim Gyu bowed, his movements slow, heavy with the gravity of the situation. As he turned to leave, Do-hyun¡¯s voice stopped him once more.


    "Kim Gyu..."


    "Yes, Young Lord?"


    "If anything happens to me... you must take my son as your student. And Jin Hwi, too. They need to learn before it¡¯s too late."


    Kim Gyu hesitated for only a moment before nodding, his resolve firm. "Understood. For their future."


    As Kim Gyu departed, Do-hyun remained in the study, his gaze distant. The flickering candlelight stretched long shadows across the room, and his chest felt weighed down by a future he could neither control nor escape. Fear mingled with the faintest trace of hope¡ªfragile and fleeting, like the last breath before a storm.


    Meanwhile, in the Queen¡¯s chambers, Seo Yeon stood by the window, the soft evening light casting long shadows across the room. Her thoughts weighed heavily on her, clouded by the news. She turned toward Soon-i, her voice barely a whisper, thick with the gravity of the moment. "Soon-i," she called, her eyes weary, the weight of the moment pressing on her. Soon-i bowed respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty."


    "Did you send the letter to my brother?" Seo Yeon¡¯s words hung in the air like a storm on the horizon.


    Soon-i nodded, her expression shadowed with concern. "Yes, Your Majesty. He... he wept for two days. Couldn¡¯t rise from his bed. Only his son could console him."


    Seo Yeon closed her eyes, her breath stilled as she absorbed the news. She lifted a hand, a quiet gesture as if to hold back the flood of emotion threatening to spill. "Enough," she murmured, her voice little more than a breath, dismissing the words before they could settle too deeply.


    Soon-i bowed once more, her eyes betraying the sorrow she kept tightly under control. She turned to leave, each step slow and heavy with a rising fury. The rumor mill had begun to stir, and she felt it in her bones. Her heart pounding, the maid hurried to Concubine Yoo Ha¡¯s quarters. Soon-i¡¯s sharp gaze followed her departure, suspicion clouding her thoughts. Something was shifting, but she couldn¡¯t yet see the full shape of it.


    Footsteps echoed in the dim corridor, and from the shadows, Yoo Ha emerged, her presence commanding the space like a cold wind. She studied the maid with a calculating gaze, her eyes flicking over the report with a knowing smile that didn¡¯t quite reach her lips. The smile faltered as the maid spoke, and the room seemed to grow colder under the weight of Yoo Ha¡¯s silence.


    With a voice low enough to cut through the tension, Yoo Ha commanded, "Leave it to me."


    The maid nodded quickly, her composure slipping like water from cupped hands. She retreated, vanishing into the gloom, leaving the hall thick with an almost palpable tension. Yoo Ha¡¯s eyes lingered a moment longer, intent clear¡ªshe would uncover the Queen¡¯s secrets, no matter the cost.


    Back in the Queen¡¯s chambers, Seo Yeon¡¯s thoughts twisted, emotions tangling like vines. She had allowed herself to become too upset over Hyun Yeol¡¯s coldness, but now her focus shifted. Family. That was what mattered. She knelt beside Lee San, her hand settling on his trembling shoulder, her fingers cold against his heated skin.


    "Prince Lee San¡­" she whispered, her voice threaded with quiet concern.


    Lee San¡¯s grip tightened on her skirt, his breath ragged, panic evident in his fragile state. Seo Yeon immediately steadied him, her presence a calm anchor in the storm raging inside him.


    "Mother Queen..." His voice trembled. "I almost made a mistake..."


    Seo Yeon¡¯s chest tightened, but she said nothing. She pulled him into her arms, holding him with a tenderness that spoke volumes.


    "Breathe, my son," she urged gently, her voice a soothing balm. "Breathe. Once you''re calm, we¡¯ll speak."


    Lee San¡¯s shallow breaths began to slow, his body quivering less with each inhale. After a long moment, he pulled back, his eyes clouded with doubt, but his tears had ceased. Seo Yeon guided him back to his study, her touch light on his arm. She dismissed the ladies-in-waiting, leaving only Soon-i by their side. The tension in the air was thick, but Seo Yeon¡¯s grip on her son was steady and strong.

 The Queens Affair pt.2

    Seo Yeon sat in her chambers, the evening light casting long shadows across the floor. Min Byu Saek entered with a deep bow.


    "What brings you to my quarters, Guksa Min?" she asked, her voice cool and measured.


    Byu Saek straightened, his expression grim. "Your Majesty, His Majesty neglects his duties. Since the Crown Princess¡¯s death, he has withdrawn from state affairs. You must remind him of his obligations."


    A sharp crack echoed as Seo Yeon¡¯s hand struck the lacquered desk. Byu Saek flinched at her icy gaze. How dare he speak so casually of Hae-ju? The grief that had festered within her for months swelled, momentarily overtaking her.


    "Mind your words, Guksa Min," she warned, her tone as biting as the winter wind. "The late Crown Princess was as dear to me as a sister. Do not speak of her so lightly."


    Byu Saek paled and bowed deeply. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I meant no offense..."


    Seo Yeon inhaled slowly, steadying herself. I will not let him see how much his words have cut me. I have bigger matters to face. She exhaled, her voice firm again. "I will speak to His Majesty. Now go, before he decides to have you removed."


    Byu Saek hastily departed. As the door closed, Soon-i stepped forward, placing a bundle of documents on the desk.


    "Guksa Min left these, Your Majesty."


    Seo Yeon scanned the papers, her frustration mounting. More reminders of the chaos Hyun Yeol has caused. Every day it festers, growing worse. I cannot wait any longer.


    "Prepare to go to the King¡¯s quarters."


    Soon-i hesitated. "Your Majesty, the King has forbidden all visitors..."


    Seo Yeon¡¯s gaze hardened, a cold fury settling in her chest. His Majesty, the King. What a hollow title for a man who cannot even fulfill his duties. "Then we shall see if any man dares bar a Queen from her rightful place."


    She straightened, her steps firm and resolute as she made her way to the King¡¯s quarters, the weight of her resolve evident in each stride.


    At the entrance to the King¡¯s chambers, a eunuch bowed deeply. "Your Majesty... The King has requested no visitors."


    Soon-i bristled. "How dare he lock himself away while the court festers with whispers!"


    Seo Yeon raised a hand, silencing her. The King has locked himself away, hiding from his duties. I will not allow him to hide from me any longer. "Where is Eunuch Lee?"


    The eunuch hesitated. "He is... on an errand."


    Seo Yeon¡¯s eyes narrowed. "For whom? Concubine Kim Yoo Ha?"


    The eunuch¡¯s face drained of color. "I swear, Your Majesty... I know nothing."


    Seo Yeon smirked, her voice quiet yet laced with menace. How much has he betrayed me already? "Step aside. I will not repeat myself."


    The eunuch bowed lower and moved aside. Seo Yeon entered unchallenged, her steps unwavering. Inside, Hyun Yeol sat before a large portrait of Hae-ju, a jar of liquor in his grasp. At the sight of her, he chuckled, his lips curling into a mocking smile.


    "My Queen! Come, Hae-ju wishes to see you."


    Seo Yeon remained still, her eyes unblinking. The audacity. His smile faltered, irritation flashing across his face as he set the jar down with a thud.


    "Your Majesty," she said, her voice calm yet firm, "Joseon cannot afford to have its King wallowing in the past. The Soron Guksa awaits your presence."


    The jar shattered against the table, the sharp sound filling the chamber. Seo Yeon did not flinch. The force of the impact reverberated in her chest, but she stood unwavering, her resolve solidifying. This¡ªthis is the man I married. A shadow of a King.


    Hyun Yeol rose unsteadily, his expression twisted in anguish and fury. "Am I truly so unworthy? As a man? As a King? Is that why Hae-ju chose death rather than stand beside me?!"


    Seo Yeon¡¯s gaze was unwavering, her heart cold. You may have been a King, but not the man I married. "Your Majesty, it is time you face the truth. She is gone... because of you."


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s anger flared, but beneath it, a flicker of doubt twisted in his chest. His hand moved toward her, hesitating for a split second, as if he knew the gravity of what he was about to do.


    Seo Yeon¡¯s breath hitched. Don¡¯t do it. Don¡¯t¡ª


    A sharp crack rang out as his hand struck her cheek, the sound echoing in the room. The force of the blow jolted through her, the physical pain searing through her skull. But it was the sudden, twisting agony in her abdomen¡ªthe sharp, gut-wrenching pain¡ªthat stole her breath.


    For a moment, everything went silent. The world blurred around her as the cold weight of reality crashed down. No. No, this cannot be happening. Her body, already weakened by grief, buckled beneath her. She staggered, her fingers clutching at the silk of her skirts, which were stained red.


    Her knees trembled beneath her, her mind a blur of pain, confusion, and the sharp, crushing realization that her body could bear no more.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s fury melted into horror, his heart pounding in his chest as the realization hit¡ªhis rage had caused something far worse than he had intended. He stumbled back, his trembling hands reaching out toward her, but the damage was done. "Queen... I did not mean... Call the royal physician! Now!"


    Soon-i rushed in, her breath catching at the sight. "Your Majesty, hold on!"


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    But Seo Yeon barely heard them. Darkness clouded her vision. The pain... The child. She clung to the thought even as everything around her slipped away.


    That night, word spread across the kingdom¡ªthe Queen had lost her child.


    Seo Yeon refused to rise from her bed. Her body weakened, her spirit shattered. She turned away from Lee San and Lee Hae, rejecting all attempts at care. I have lost too much. What remains to me now?


    Each passing day, her will to recover seemed to slip further. Hyun Yeol, once cold and distant, lingered by her side, offering remedies, pleading for words, yet she met him with silence. What can he offer me now?


    One evening, as Soon-i prepared her tonic, she hesitated. "Your Majesty..."


    Seo Yeon¡¯s voice was barely a whisper. "Bring me the sewing basket."


    Soon-i¡¯s heart clenched as she placed the white cloth before her. The Queen traced her fingers over the fabric before pressing it to her chest. How could I have lost another?


    "I was ready to welcome this child," Seo Yeon murmured, her voice breaking. "Yet the Heavens are cruel. I have lost another."


    For a long moment, silence weighed upon her. Then, she whispered, "Could I have saved them? If I had been stronger... would my child still be here?"


    Soon-i clenched her fists. "If only you had not gone to the King that day¡ª"


    Seo Yeon shook her head. "No... It was already too late."


    She turned her gaze downward, but doubt gnawed at her. The pain she had felt¡ªhad it truly been from the King¡¯s strike? Or had something already been wrong?


    A knock interrupted them. "Your Majesty, the Prince has arrived."


    Lee San hesitated outside, uncertainty in his young eyes. Seo Yeon wiped her tears and straightened. "Let him in."


    The boy stepped forward hesitantly before kneeling before her.


    "Mother Queen... I am sorry. I could do nothing to protect you."


    Her heart ached. She reached for him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Come here, my son."


    Lee San trembled against her. "I should have spoken to Father. If only I were older..."


    She stroked his hair. "No, my son. You have done your best."


    Outside, Hyun Yeol stood in the shadows, listening in silence. Eunuch Lee glanced at him hesitantly.


    "Your Majesty..."


    Hyun Yeol raised a hand, cutting him off. "She has finally allowed herself to grieve. Let her be."


    Yet, as he turned to leave, his eyes darkened. If there had been something more to her suffering¡ªif a hidden hand had taken my child¡ª he would find the truth himself.


    A heavy silence draped Do-hyun¡¯s estate, the air thick with sorrow. Kim Gyu returned, his face ashen, steps slow and heavy as he approached Do-hyun. Without a word, he dropped to his knees.


    ¡°What''s wrong, Kim¡ª¡±


    "Master..." Kim Gyu''s voice broke, wavering with suppressed grief. "Master has fainted. Upon hearing of the Queen''s miscarriage... he..." He swallowed hard, struggling to find the words.


    Do-hyun froze, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. ¡°Father... He¡­¡± The weight of Kim Gyu¡¯s words struck him like a physical blow. His knees gave out, and he sank onto the stairs, gasping for air, his hands trembling.


    Kim Gyu bowed his head, his sorrow palpable. "Master couldn''t bear it anymore. First, the loss of Hae-ju... and now the Queen¡¯s child..." His fists clenched, and tears began to streak down his face.


    Do-hyun¡¯s hands tightened into fists, and his breath hitched. His world spun out of control. He pushed himself to his feet, his voice strained with urgency. ¡°Take me to Father. Now!¡±


    Without another word, Kim Gyu helped him onto a horse, and they rode through the night, racing against time to reach In-Myeong¡¯s secluded location. The journey felt endless, the weight of his father¡¯s condition pressing on him with every mile.


    When they arrived, Do-hyun bolted from the horse, his heart in his throat. He rushed to his father¡¯s side, clutching the frail, cold hand.


    "Do-hyun..." In-Myeong¡¯s voice was barely a whisper, yet it was filled with warmth, the kind that once steadied Do-hyun¡¯s heart.


    Tears blurred Do-hyun¡¯s vision. ¡°Father¡­ I¡¯m here,¡± he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.


    A faint, tired smile tugged at In-Myeong¡¯s lips. "I¡­ I can no longer protect them. Do-hyun, you mustn¡¯t carry this burden alone. It is not your fault¡­¡±


    Do-hyun shook his head, voice breaking. ¡°Father, they are family. Even Seo Yeon would say the same. Their mother treated us with kindness. We did all we could to repay that kindness.¡±


    In-Myeong¡¯s labored breath softened. ¡°Then promise me, Do-hyun... Take care of Seo Yeon. She is strong, but even she... needs someone.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Father,¡± Do-hyun whispered, his throat tight with grief. ¡°I swear, I will take care of her.¡±


    A sense of relief washed over In-Myeong¡¯s features, but it was fleeting. His eyes closed, his breathing slowing, and Do-hyun¡¯s grip tightened, unwilling to let go.


    ¡°Father¡­¡± His voice cracked as the stillness in the room grew deafening.


    The servants, who had gathered, lowered their heads in quiet mourning. Do-hyun¡¯s heart shattered. A sob tore from him as he cradled his father¡¯s lifeless hand, his tears falling freely.


    The funeral was quick yet dignified. Do-hyun personally washed his father¡¯s body, preparing him for the final rites, burning incense in his honor. Kim Gyu stood beside him, offering silent support, his own grief heavy but unspoken.


    ¡°Lord¡­¡± Kim Gyu¡¯s voice was barely a whisper.


    Do-hyun exhaled shakily, wiping his face. "Send word to the palace immediately."


    Kim Gyu hesitated before accepting the sealed letters. As Do-hyun reached out to him, their eyes met. Kim Gyu paused. ¡°Yes, my lord?¡±


    ¡°I will deliver the news myself,¡± Do-hyun replied, his voice steel beneath the tremble. ¡°My sister needs me.¡±


    Without further delay, they mounted their horses, racing toward the palace as the weight of the news pressed heavily on Do-hyun¡¯s heart.


    Arriving at the Queen¡¯s chambers, Do-hyun stormed through the doors, breath ragged from the ride. Seo Yeon looked up, her eyes hollow with exhaustion, her face pale.


    "Oreboni¡­" she whispered, her voice breaking.


    Do-hyun¡¯s heart clenched in his chest. He dropped to his knees before her. ¡°Your Majesty... Father has passed away.¡±


    The color drained from Seo Yeon¡¯s face as her breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled, and her eyes glazed over in shock. "Fa... Father... He..."


    ¡°He collapsed upon hearing of your loss," Do-hyun whispered, struggling to keep his composure. "His body was too weak to recover... He is gone.¡±


    A strangled sob tore from Seo Yeon¡¯s chest. Her vision blurred with tears, and she crumbled to the floor in grief, her body wracked with deep, painful sobs. Her cries echoed through the chamber, a raw expression of the agony that consumed her.


    Do-hyun rushed to her, gathering her into his arms. "Why? Why is the world so cruel?" she cried, her sorrow overwhelming.


    Her grief overwhelmed her, her fragile body giving way under the weight of it. She could not face Hyun Yeol¡ªcould not confront the man who had brought her so much pain. She clung to Do-hyun, letting him deliver the news to the King.


    When Do-hyun finally stood before Hyun Yeol, his eyes burned with a quiet, simmering fury. "Your Majesty, I have a request."


    Hyun Yeol regarded him coolly, his eyes narrowing. ¡°What is it?¡±


    Do-hyun¡¯s jaw clenched, his voice filled with conviction. "Reinstate my father¡¯s position as Left Prime Minister. Give him the honor he deserves."


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s gaze darkened, his expression unreadable. ¡°And if I refuse?¡±


    ¡°If you claim to have loved Hae-ju,¡± Do-hyun spat, ¡°then prove it. In-Myeong loved her as his own. If her death means anything to you, honor the man who protected her.¡±


    The tension in the air was palpable, the silence stretching long between them. At last, Hyun Yeol exhaled sharply, conceding. ¡°Fine. In-Myeong shall be reinstated and honored in death.¡±


    Despite this, Seo Yeon never spoke to Hyun Yeol again. The rift between them, deepened by loss and betrayal, could not be mended.

 She who is Dead But She who is Living

    Over the years, Seo Yeon had kept her distance from Hyun Yeol, avoiding any interaction with him. This only heightened the King''s unease. Seo Yeon, the closest person to Hae-ju, had become an unspoken barrier to his restless thoughts, and her coldness weighed heavily on him. Meanwhile, Do-hyun had solidified his position as Left Prime Minister, his growing respect among both politicians and the King stemming from his father¡¯s redemption. But four years later, rumors began to circulate through Joseon, foreshadowing yet another tragedy. Courtiers trembled at the King¡¯s volatile temper, and when the whispers reached the palace, Concubine Yoo Ha saw an opportunity to plot against Seo Yeon and further secure her own power.


    ¡°Your Majesty, King...¡± Eunuch Lee¡¯s voice cut through the silence, drawing Hyun Yeol¡¯s attention. His eyes snapped up, and Eunuch Lee moved closer, his whisper urgent.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s gaze hardened. ¡°Go find out the truth about this rumor immediately!¡± His command was sharp, betraying his anxiety. Eunuch Lee bowed quickly.


    ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± he replied, rushing off.


    As Eunuch Lee hurried out, Seo Yeon crossed his path. She noticed the urgency in his departure and stopped, calling after him.


    "Commander Yul Nim..." she said, her voice calm but firm. Yul Nim paused and bowed respectfully.


    "Your Majesty, Queen..." he greeted.


    ¡°Why is the King''s bodyguard leaving the palace in such haste, instead of staying by his side?¡± Seo Yeon asked, suspicion in her eyes. Yul Nim swallowed nervously.


    ¡°I¡­ Your Majesty¡­ it¡¯s¡­¡± he stammered, caught off guard.


    "Spit it out!" Soon-i snapped from behind, impatience clear in her voice. Yul Nim closed his eyes, resigned, before speaking.


    ¡°Your Majesty, the King has heard rumors of someone resembling the missing Crown Princess, Hae-ju, seen near the Ming borders¡­¡± Yul Nim¡¯s voice faltered, the gravity of the situation sinking in.


    Seo Yeon froze, shock flickering across her face. She hurried to Yul Nim, grabbing his wrist in a tight grip, anxiety barely contained.


    ¡°Hae-ju¡¯s child?¡± she whispered, her breath quickening with worry.


    ¡°My Queen¡­¡± Hyun Yeol¡¯s voice pierced the tension. He stepped out from the shadows, his eyes falling on Seo Yeon¡¯s hand clutching Yul Nim¡¯s wrist. Yul Nim, uncomfortable, stepped back and bowed.


    ¡°Your Majesty, King¡­¡± he stammered.


    ¡°Is it true? Someone spotted a child who looks like Hae-ju?¡± Seo Yeon¡¯s voice was urgent, demanding answers. Hyun Yeol¡¯s expression darkened, his voice edged with irritation.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure yet. That¡¯s why I¡¯ve sent Yul Nim to investigate. If it¡¯s tied to Hae-ju, you¡¯ll only speak to me,¡± he snapped. Seo Yeon, though shaken, kept her composure.


    ¡°I¡­ I came to bring you these dates,¡± she said, her voice strained. ¡°My brother received them from his travels and wanted to share them with me, so I thought it polite to offer them to you.¡±


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s gaze softened slightly as he took in her words.


    ¡°Come and rest in the King¡¯s Quarters,¡± he suggested, his voice gentler now. Seo Yeon hesitated before nodding, following him inside.


    Once inside the King¡¯s Quarters, Seo Yeon sat as Soon-i placed the box of dates on the table. Hyun Yeol picked up a date, savoring the sweetness as he ate it slowly.


    ¡°These are good,¡± he commented, studying her.


    ¡°These were from the Ming Crown Prince. My brother received them during his trip to the borders and shared them with me,¡± Seo Yeon explained, her tone flat. Hyun Yeol nodded, taking another date.


    ¡°Did Hae-ju ever eat these?¡± he asked, his gaze lingering on Seo Yeon.


    She remained calm, unfazed. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. Hae-ju¡¯s father would often bring them for us to share when he was alive,¡± she murmured, memories of Hae-ju surfacing.


    Hyun Yeol sighed deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips. ¡°You may stay here tonight, My Queen,¡± he offered quietly.


    Seo Yeon didn¡¯t answer immediately. After a long pause, she stood and bowed. ¡°I¡¯m returning to my quarters. Lee San has been begging me to share some with him,¡± she excused herself, her tone brisk.


    ¡°Take some more and share them with Lee Hae as well,¡± Hyun Yeol added, his voice softer as she turned to leave. Seo Yeon nodded curtly and made her way back to the Queen¡¯s quarters.


    Upon her arrival, she exhaled sharply in frustration. Hyun Yeol¡¯s presence, his probing questions, and his subtle attempts to get closer¡ªit was all too much.


    Soon after, Eunuch Lee entered with a grim expression.


    ¡°Your Majesty, Concubine Yoo Ha requests your presence,¡± he said. Hyun Yeol nodded without hesitation.


    ¡°Allow her to enter,¡± he commanded. Eunuch Lee stepped out, and a moment later, Concubine Yoo Ha glided into the room, a sly smile playing on her lips.


    Just then, a lady-in-waiting entered, announcing the arrival of Seo Yeon¡¯s children.


    ¡°Your Majesty, Princess Lee Hae and Prince Lee San request your presence,¡± she said respectfully. Seo Yeon sighed deeply, sitting up straighter.


    ¡°Let them in,¡± she instructed.


    The door opened, and Lee Hae and Lee San entered. Lee Hae rushed forward, throwing her arms around Seo Yeon in a burst of enthusiasm.


    ¡°Mother Queen!¡± she cried joyfully, and Seo Yeon smiled, returning the embrace.


    ¡°My princess and prince, what brings you here?¡± Seo Yeon asked warmly.


    Lee San took a seat, his expression more serious.


    ¡°Your Majesty Queen, have you heard the rumors going around?¡± Lee Hae asked, her curiosity piqued. Lee San, though, looked troubled.


    ¡°Mother¡­¡± he trailed off, his concern evident.


    ¡°Is it about the ¡®missing Crown Princess¡¯?¡± Seo Yeon asked, her voice tight with worry. Lee Hae nodded eagerly.


    ¡°Yes! They¡¯re saying that her child is alive!¡± she exclaimed. Lee San, however, seemed more cautious.


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    ¡°Noona!¡± he interjected, brow furrowed in concern.


    Lee Hae pouted at him, but Seo Yeon¡¯s expression darkened as she processed the words.


    ¡°It¡¯s not just any rumor¡­ They¡¯re claiming the child might be a royal descendant,¡± Lee Hae muttered, frustration creeping into her voice.


    Seo Yeon turned to Lee San, her eyes softening with maternal concern. ¡°Lee San, what do you know about this?¡± she asked quietly.


    Lee San hesitated for a moment before speaking.


    ¡°Mother, from what I¡¯ve heard, she¡¯s definitely not of royal blood. But whoever started this rumor has sinister intentions. They¡¯re trying to cause chaos in the palace, and we need to uncover the truth.¡±


    Seo Yeon¡¯s lips curved into a proud smile, her gaze full of affection. ¡°You¡¯ve grown so much, my son,¡± she said gently.


    Lee Hae, eager to move on, grabbed the dates from the table and handed them to Lee San.


    ¡°Let¡¯s eat, Mother,¡± she suggested, brightening again. Seo Yeon handed them both dates before they exited to return to their chambers.


    A week later, Hyun Yeol summoned Seo Yeon late at night. She entered the Main Hall alone, without Soon-i. The room was dim and oppressive, but she pressed forward, determined. When her eyes found him, Hyun Yeol stood by the throne, his back to her. Seo Yeon bowed.


    "Your Majesty, King..." she greeted. Hyun Yeol turned slowly, locking eyes with her. The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating. His gaze turned toward the door, and a guard entered with a figure cloaked in black, a hood concealing the person''s face.


    "My Queen, do you recognize this person?" Hyun Yeol asked, his tone icy. Seo Yeon remained unmoved, her gaze steady as she turned to see who had been brought before her. The guard removed the hood, revealing the face of Ga-ho, Hae-ju¡¯s brother.


    Ga-ho¡¯s eyes flared with hatred, his face contorting with fury as he fixed his burning gaze on Hyun Yeol.


    "How dare you?!" Ga-ho snarled, his voice trembling with rage. Seo Yeon¡¯s expression darkened, and she glared at Hyun Yeol, a flicker of anxiety tightening in her chest.


    "Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?" Seo Yeon demanded. Hyun Yeol stepped closer, a smug smirk curling his lips.


    "What do you think the meaning is? Is this not your lover?" he asked, his words dripping with accusation. Seo Yeon raised an eyebrow, unshaken. She scoffed.


    "Lover? Who told you this? Was it Concubine Yoo Ha, who doesn''t know her place?" she replied, her voice dripping with disdain.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s anger flared. He grabbed her cheeks roughly, pulling her face toward his.


    Ga-ho let out a desperate cry, crawling forward.


    "Let her go, monster!" Ga-ho shouted. His fury seemed to echo in the cold air. Seo Yeon glared defiantly at Hyun Yeol, unyielding.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s smile twisted into something cruel. "Is it true then? Was he the one? The one who got you pregnant, the one you lost with that miscarriage?" he asked, his voice seething with curiosity.


    Seo Yeon seized his hand and shoved it away, her resolve hardening.


    "If you seek answers, you should ask Hae-ju before you go killing her," Seo Yeon taunted coldly.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s rage was palpable. He stormed to the guard, seizing a sword from the rack. He pointed it at Seo Yeon with shaking hands. Ga-ho crawled forward, desperate to protect her.


    "You''re a murderer! If only you had left her alone, she wouldn''t have suffered! I promised her I would find her... Who would have known you would side with the Ming and kill her?!" Ga-ho screamed, his eyes wild with grief.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s gaze hardened. Seo Yeon remained silent, her face unreadable.


    "What is he¡ª"


    "You''re insane!" Ga-ho cried. "She was my only sister! I swore to my father that I would protect her! I gave everything to save her! Why can¡¯t you let her go free?"


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s face twisted with confusion, a flicker of realization crossing his features.


    "You¡¯re¡­ her brother?" he asked, his voice faltering.


    Seo Yeon¡¯s heart wrenched, but she held herself together, refusing to show weakness.


    "I only protected those I loved," she said quietly, her voice steady. "If you seek to kill those I love, then¡ª"


    "Why didn¡¯t you tell me her brother was alive?!" Hyun Yeol shouted, his fury growing.


    Ga-ho stood, defiance radiating from him. "You don¡¯t deserve her! She refused to be your wife! You are beneath her!" he spat.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s temper snapped. In one swift motion, he lunged at Ga-ho, driving the sword deep into his chest. Ga-ho¡¯s breath caught, but he did not cry out. He locked eyes with Hyun Yeol, his gaze full of hatred.


    "Sufferings are what you bring to this world¡­" Ga-ho muttered, his body crumpling to the floor.


    Seo Yeon¡¯s scream shattered the air as she fell to her knees beside him, her heart breaking. Hyun Yeol watched with a strange mixture of satisfaction and unease. He looked down at Ga-ho''s lifeless body, then back to Seo Yeon, her face a mask of grief and fury.


    "I¡­" Hyun Yeol hesitated, but his words caught in his throat.


    Seo Yeon rose to her feet, shaking with emotion but standing tall. She looked him dead in the eye.


    "Your Majesty, I asked you to exile me to the temple," she said coldly. "I can no longer be loyal to you."


    Hyun Yeol froze, fear creeping into his expression.


    "My Queen..." he murmured, but his voice faltered.


    Seo Yeon held her arms up and bowed deeply, her words unwavering.


    "I attest that Lee Hae, Lee San, and our unborn child are your blood. But I no longer wish to be your queen," she declared. Her eyes lingered on Ga-ho¡¯s lifeless form. "Those I once loved are no longer here."


    Hyun Yeol trembled at her words, taking a step back, but his silence spoke volumes.


    "Assist Queen Seo Yeon back to her quarters. She is exhausted," he ordered quietly, avoiding her gaze.


    The guards helped her to her feet and led her back to the Queen¡¯s Quarters.


    Meanwhile, word of Seo Yeon¡¯s situation spread throughout the palace. Other concubines, led by Concubine Yoo Ha, seized the opportunity to degrade Seo Yeon and her children. Lee Hae tried to argue, but was met with further scorn. Yoo Ha''s influence grew, her son, the First Prince, solidifying her power.


    Lee San, unable to bear it any longer, approached Hyun Yeol in the Main Hall. He knelt before his father, his face drawn with concern.


    "Father King," Lee San began softly, "though I do not know the details of what transpired between you and Mother, I am certain of one thing: she has suffered greatly. She lost her best friend, a sister she loved dearly. She lost a child she longed for. She lost her father through these tragedies. I know she requested time to repent, but I believe what she needs now is time to heal." Lee San paused, searching Hyun Yeol''s face for any sign of understanding.


    Hyun Yeol¡¯s expression remained unreadable. "This is the first time I¡¯ve heard you speak at length, Prince Lee San," he remarked with a heavy sigh.


    "Father, please reconsider. I know the politics, the power struggles," Lee San continued, "but above all, I know Mother needs time. Time to heal. I ask you to respect her wishes, as a son pleads for his mother¡¯s peace."


    Hyun Yeol was silent, his eyes narrowing with uncertainty. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice cold.


    "You may return to your quarters," he said dismissively.


    Lee San bowed deeply, and without a word, exited the Main Hall.


    Outside, Lee San approached the Queen¡¯s Quarters, where Soon-i awaited him.


    "How is Mother?" Lee San asked softly.


    Soon-i sighed deeply, her eyes heavy with concern. "Her Majesty is resting, waiting for a response from His Majesty," she said.


    Lee San nodded, his face a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "Let her know that she may hear from His Majesty soon."


    Soon-i looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "Thank you, Prince Lee San."


    As Soon-i entered, Lee San turned away, his heart heavy. It could very well be the last time he saw his mother in the palace.


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    A month later, Hyun Yeol issued his decree in the Main Hall. Eunuch Lee stood before the gathering of officials and read aloud.


    "Royal Decree of His Majesty, King Hyun Yeol. By the Will of Heaven, it is hereby declared that Her Majesty, the Queen, shall be sent to a sacred temple for a time of reflection and spiritual recovery. This decision, made after careful consideration, is to restore her well-being, and it is done with the utmost respect and honor. During this period, she shall be provided with all that is necessary for her comfort and health. May her time of solitude bring peace to her heart and strength to her spirit. Issued this day, 1448, in the Dragon of the Reign. King Hyun Yeol, Joseon."


    The politicians exchanged confused and anxious glances. Do-hyun, however, allowed the decree to pass, offering his thanks to Hyun Yeol for his decision.


    As Seo Yeon left the palace, the ladies-in-waiting wept for her, pleading for her to stay. Soon-i followed, tears of joy in her eyes, knowing that Seo Yeon would finally receive the peace she had long sought.


    Lee San watched from the distance, his heart heavy with sorrow.


    "Mother... I hope you find peace within yourself," he whispered as the palanquin carrying his mother disappeared from view.

 The Lost Daughter

    After Hyun Yeol tragically killed Hae-ju, Xian Lian remained trapped inside the hidden safe room. The world outside had descended into chaos, but she remained frozen within the confines of her small, suffocating space. Hours blurred together, her sense of time unraveling with each shallow breath.


    She woke from the haze of fear to silence.


    "Nian..." Xian Lian whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling. Her fingers pressed against the cold, unforgiving stone wall, nails scraping against its rough surface. Panic surged through her, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The walls seemed to close in around her, the stale air thickening. Her chest constricted, her ribs aching under the pressure of her own fear.


    She kicked the wall, harder this time. Nothing.


    Why won¡¯t it open?


    A sob tore from her throat. She clawed at the wooden door, yanking the handle with raw desperation, but it refused to budge. The darkness pressed down, suffocating. She pounded the door with her fists, voice breaking.


    "Please... please...!"


    Just when the weight of her despair threatened to crush her, the door creaked open.


    A young boy stood in the doorway, his wide eyes flickering with surprise and concern. His features were blurred by the dim light, but the warmth in his expression cut through the icy terror gripping her heart.


    Xian Lian stared, her breath hitching. Was he real?


    Before she could think, her body moved on instinct. She lunged forward, throwing her arms around him, clinging to the warmth of another human presence. Her sobs wracked her frail frame, her hands trembling against the fabric of his clothes. The boy stiffened, his arms hovering awkwardly before, hesitantly, he returned the embrace.


    "Hey... it¡¯s okay," he said, his voice uncertain but kind. "You¡¯re safe now."


    "Zhiyong!" A voice called from the distance, making them both jolt.


    Zhiyong gently pulled away, offering her a reassuring smile. "Wait here. I¡¯ll be right back."


    Xian Lian¡¯s fingers twitched, the urge to hold onto him overwhelming. Her legs refused to move, her body anchored by fear. She barely nodded.


    Zhiyong turned and hurried toward the source of the voice. "Sifu!"


    Master Gin TianXue turned slowly, his sharp gaze settling on the boy. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.


    Zhiyong hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I heard something. I... I just checked it out."


    Master Gin exhaled, sheathing his sword. His gaze shifted past Zhiyong, landing on Xian Lian. She stood motionless, her face a mix of fear and defiance. His lips pressed into a thin line.


    "Some things can¡¯t be uprooted, no matter how hard we try," he murmured. "The cost of peace often means leaving the innocent in silence."


    Xian Lian¡¯s stomach twisted. She was tired of silence. Tired of being abandoned. She took a step forward, her voice raw with desperation. "Take me with you!"


    Master Gin¡¯s expression didn¡¯t change. He had seen too many faces like hers¡ªchildren left in the wreckage of war. Starving, terrified, clinging to anything that offered safety. Some had begged. Others had screamed. And still, he had walked away.


    Because he had learned the truth: he could not save them all.


    Once, long ago, he had broken that rule. For a single boy¡ªone with too much light, too much fire in his soul. A boy who should have been free. Anke.


    Anke had wanted nothing more than to erase the blood in his veins, to live as a commoner, far from the weight of a name that meant nothing but suffering. But that choice had never been his. And in the end, Gin TianXue had failed him.


    His jaw tightened. He would not fail another.


    "No," he said at last, his voice like iron. "I don¡¯t take children."


    Zhiyong¡¯s heart twisted at the cold finality in his master''s voice. His hands curled into fists before he stepped forward, his voice firm yet pleading. "Sifu, we can¡¯t leave her. She¡¯s alone. Just like I was when you took me in. She needs help."


    Master Gin remained silent, his expression unreadable. Then, something caught his eye.


    The ornament on her wrist.


    His breath stilled.


    The serpent-eating-crown pendant.


    Recognition flickered in his face, a shadow of something old and buried. His lips parted slightly, and for the briefest moment, his hardened exterior cracked.


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    But just as quickly, he masked it. His expression shuttered, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as if warding off ghosts.


    "Zhiyong..." Master Gin said, his voice cold but with a begrudging sense of compassion. "Make sure she doesn¡¯t fall behind."


    Zhiyong¡¯s face lit up with relief. His eyes sparkled with determination, and a grin spread across his face. "I¡¯m Li Zhiyong!" he declared, his enthusiasm infectious. "From now on, we¡¯ve got each other¡¯s backs."


    Xian Lian¡¯s heart surged, tears welling up in her eyes once more. She forced a shaky smile in return, her voice thick with emotion. "I¡¯m Xian Lian," she replied, the sound of her name feeling both foreign and familiar.


    Zhiyong grabbed her hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Let¡¯s go! Sifu¡¯s actually pretty cool! He taught me how to fight. He¡¯ll teach you too. We¡¯ll make sure you¡¯re strong."


    As they walked away, Xian Lian¡¯s gaze lingered on the house she had once called home. The place where her laughter had echoed through the halls, where her parents'' voices had once filled the air, now felt distant. Foreign.


    The walls, once so familiar, stood cold and unwelcoming¡ªlike a betrayal unspoken. The air, once filled with the comforting scent of her mother¡¯s cooking and her father¡¯s presence, now reeked of dust. The silence in the house was oppressive, a hollow reminder of everything lost.


    Her parents were gone. The weight of that truth sank deep in her chest, suffocating her with its finality. The house, once a sanctuary, was now a tomb for all that had been lost. What was once hers was now just a shell¡ªempty and lifeless. The home had died with them.


    And so, she turned away from it.


    She followed them into the unknown, leaving behind the only home she had ever known. It would be years before she found another.


    "Xian Lian, drink this," Zhiyong said gently, his voice laced with concern as he offered her a bottle. She accepted it gratefully, the warmth of the drink soothing her as it spread through her, easing the tightness in her chest.


    "Thanks, Zhi Gege," she murmured, handing it back to him with a soft smile.


    Zhiyong¡¯s gaze drifted up to the darkening sky, the first hints of rain starting to fall. "Sifu says we¡¯ll head to the next village tomorrow," he remarked with an easy smile, though there was a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Looks like it¡¯ll rain tonight."


    Xian Lian followed his gaze, her brow furrowing slightly as dark clouds gathered overhead. "It does seem like a storm is coming."


    Zhiyong nodded, still smiling at her to keep her spirits up. "We¡¯ll rest here for tonight, and head out in the morning. It¡¯ll be fine."


    From across the camp, Master Gin¡¯s voice cut through the air, sharp but not unkind. "Get the firewood. We¡¯ll need it for dinner."


    Without hesitation, Zhiyong and Xian Lian leapt to their feet, eager to help. "Yes, Sifu!" they replied in unison, both of them trying to keep the mood light.


    Later, after dinner, Xian Lian fell asleep almost immediately, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. Zhiyong, however, remained alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he kept watch. The rhythmic sound of Master Gin sharpening his sword against the stone was the only noise that filled the still night air.


    "Sifu," Zhiyong asked quietly, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Why don¡¯t we just head to the village now? We could get food and rest before tomorrow. It would make things easier."


    Master Gin paused for a long moment, his expression darkening. "Zhiyong, you can¡¯t trust the nobles there."


    Zhiyong blinked, confused. "But you said Aunt Li Ruqi is there," he replied, his voice full of hope.


    Master Gin¡¯s gaze turned steely, his voice quiet but firm. "Zhiyong, you need to keep Xian Lian safe. Get her to the village, but we may not be meeting her there."


    Zhiyong¡¯s brow furrowed, his confusion deepening. "Sifu, what¡¯s going on?"


    Before Master Gin could explain, Zhiyong¡¯s senses flared. Something was wrong. Danger.


    "Sifu!" Zhiyong shouted, his voice filled with urgency.


    Master Gin¡¯s eyes sharpened as he turned toward the outside. "Who¡¯s there?" His voice was cold, dangerous.


    A group of assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their swords gleaming menacingly. Chaos broke out immediately. Zhiyong¡¯s instincts kicked in. He grabbed Xian Lian¡¯s hand and yanked her out of the hut, pushing her forward as they ran into the torrential rain.


    "Zhi Gege!" Xian Lian cried, fear evident in her voice.


    Zhiyong glanced back at her, his face tight with worry, but his eyes were full of determination. "Xian Lian, you need to cross that gate. Find a lady named Ruqi. She owns an inn. Tell her my message."


    "Where are you going, Zhi Gege?" Xian Lian¡¯s voice trembled as she clutched his hand, panic rising in her chest. The storm outside mirrored the storm inside her, wild and uncontrollable.


    Zhiyong looked down at her, his face softening as he cupped her cheek with one hand. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke, his words carrying more weight than he intended. "I¡¯ll come back, I promise. No matter where you are, I will find you. You won¡¯t be alone."


    The rain intensified, but Zhiyong¡¯s words seemed to hang in the air, like a fragile promise in the midst of a chaotic world.


    His words were soft but resolute, a quiet vow that struck deep within her heart, but it was a promise she wasn¡¯t sure she could hold onto. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized their time together was running out. Each second felt like a weight pressing on her chest.


    She clung to him, unwilling to face the reality of what was happening. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of their breaths and the warmth of his presence. But the world didn¡¯t pause, and she couldn¡¯t keep him here forever. Finally, with a heart heavy with sorrow, she pulled away, her legs unsteady as the weight of the moment took its toll. Her steps faltered, her body aching with the knowledge that she was losing him.


    Zhiyong watched her, his expression a mix of love and sadness, as she disappeared into the storm. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it was quickly replaced with a determined resolve. He turned back toward the chaos, his steps sure, his mind set on the vow he had made. No matter the storm, he would find her again.


    Xian Lian¡¯s heart was pounding in her chest as she sprinted toward the gates, her feet slipping on the slick ground. She could hear the guards closing in¡ªtoo close. No plan had been made, and the towering gates loomed before her, impassable and threatening.


    Breathing heavily, she forced herself to focus. Her eyes darted around in frantic search. A narrow alcove, hidden beneath a slanted roof, caught her attention. Without thinking, she dashed for it, slipping into the small, secluded space.


    Safe¡ªfor now.


    But as the storm raged outside, a wave of loneliness crashed over her. The isolation was suffocating, the cold air biting at her skin, but the emptiness within was far colder still. Alone again. Alone without him.


    Stay strong. Find Ruqi.

 The Promise

    As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, a rooster''s crow pierced the silence. The golden rays of morning danced on the horizon, and the world began to stir. It was a new beginning for Xian Lian. She noticed a farmer shouting at the guards, arguing over his identity. Taking advantage of the distraction, she slipped through the gates, her movements casual but deliberate, blending seamlessly into the bustling market. Her senses sharpened with the sounds of merchants shouting their wares, the smells of fresh bread and fish in the air, and the colorful stalls around her. She searched for an inn, hoping for a place to rest and regroup.


    Xian Lian walked aimlessly, the weight of her situation pressing on her chest. Her mind raced with uncertainty when a noble palanquin suddenly halted in front of her, the interruption a result of her own carelessness.


    "Ai! What is the meaning of this? Do you not know who I am? Move aside at once!" barked the noble inside the palanquin, his voice sharp with irritation.


    Xian Lian froze in fear, unsure how to react. A lady hurried forward, dusting off the dirt from her.


    "Are you alright?" the lady asked, her voice soft, a hint of concern in her tone.


    Xian Lian nodded, though her hands trembled. Her heart raced with panic, and her mind spun with ways to escape this sudden confrontation. The noble stepped out of his palanquin, scratching his head and glaring at both the lady and Xian Lian.


    "Oh, what do we have here? A young, beautiful lady!" The noble sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "What is the meaning of this?"


    The lady¡¯s eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, a quiet fury simmering beneath her calm exterior. Her voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable weight. "What is the meaning? Why don¡¯t you train your carriers to pay attention? They could have injured a child."


    Shijue¡¯s smirk faltered, a flash of surprise crossing his face. "This vulgar woman! How dare you question me?" He puffed out his chest in a display of arrogance. "I am Shilang Shijue!"


    The lady¡¯s lips curled into a cold smile, her gaze unwavering. "So what?" She took a deliberate step forward, her voice sharpening. "If you don¡¯t treat your people right, we¡¯ll overthrow you and turn you in for corruption."


    There was a brief moment of stillness, the tension hanging in the air like a taut rope ready to snap. Shijue blinked, taken aback by her audacity. His face reddened, fury flashing in his eyes. He pointed a trembling finger at her, his voice shaking with rage. "How dare you!" he shouted. "Men!" He called out, his tone frantic now, as if the threat of defiance had shaken his very foundation.


    The carriers lowered the palanquin and stepped forward, but before they could do anything, a young noble boy¡¯s voice rang out.


    "What''s going on, Lord Shijue?" the boy asked, his tone calm but curious. All eyes turned to him. His finely embroidered robes caught the light, making him stand out amidst the tension.


    Shijue immediately ran to the boy, seizing his hand and putting on a sycophantic smile. "Young Lord, this lady ran into my palanquin as I was in a hurry to meet your father," he explained, his tone dripping with false humility.


    The young noble, Lui Hao Jian, glanced at Xian Lian, then at the lady, who shielded Xian Lian from his view. Xian Lian, still rattled, hid behind the lady, her anxiety tightening her chest.


    "My father never asked to see you. He¡¯s already gone hunting. Return to your residence," Hao Jian said dismissively, waving his hand to signal the end of the conversation.


    The lady stifled a laugh. Shijue flushed with embarrassment, his arrogance deflating, but he quickly nodded and retreated, jumping back into his palanquin.


    "Return at once!" he screamed, his voice filled with rage as the palanquin moved off.


    The lady turned to Hao Jian, bowing deeply. "Thank you for your help, Young Lord Lui Hao Jian."


    Hao Jian nodded, his gaze lingering on Xian Lian, still hidden behind the lady. The lady noticed Xian Lian¡¯s anxiety and stepped aside to shield her further.


    "I will take my leave now," the lady said, her voice filled with finality.


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    "Okay," Hao Jian replied, his voice tinged with curiosity but offering no further comment.


    The lady grabbed Xian Lian¡¯s hand, pulling her to the side of the marketplace, away from prying eyes. Once they were hidden, she knelt down and studied Xian Lian with concern.


    "Are you alright?" she asked gently.


    Xian Lian nodded, her voice quiet. "Thank you... so much."


    The lady sighed in relief. "It could have been worse, but thanks to that young man, you managed to escape from that corrupted man."


    Xian Lian stood silently, processing the near-miss. Her mind replayed the tension in the market, her nerves still raw. The lady looked around, then leaned in closer.


    "Do you have any family here? I can take you to them."


    "I... I''m looking for someone," Xian Lian replied, her words deliberate, a mixture of hope and determination rising within her. "I seek to sow harmony and uproot deceit."


    The lady¡¯s eyes narrowed in curiosity, but she didn¡¯t press further. Instead, she glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping, before taking Xian Lian by the arm. "I¡¯ll take you to my inn, where we can talk more."


    Xian Lian recognized the name of the inn¡ªRuqi¡¯s¡ªand nodded, her hope reigniting.


    From that moment on, Xian Lian lived with Ruqi, working at the inn during the day while training in martial arts with her at night. Though she hadn¡¯t heard from Zhiyong, Ruqi reassured her that he was fine. Life at the inn was peaceful, but there was an underlying tension¡ªthe young noble, Hao Jian, continued to show up regularly, often sitting at the same table, month after month.


    Xian Lian didn¡¯t mind, not at first. After all, he had saved her earlier. But Ruqi warned her to stay cautious, reminding her of Hao Jian¡¯s violent tendencies in his youth. Xian Lian shrugged it off; her heart was set on Zhiyong.


    One evening, as customers entered the inn, Xian Lian greeted them with a polite bow. Ruqi stood behind the front desk, tallying receipts. When Hao Jian entered, he smiled warmly at Xian Lian, who awkwardly smiled and nodded back.


    "Xian Lian," Ruqi called out, handing her a book. "Take this to the back and bring me the pagers."


    Xian Lian nodded and hurried to the back, but Hao Jian, ever persistent, followed her.


    "Xian Lian," he called softly as he approached her.


    She jumped, startled by his sudden presence. "Sir Lui," she said, surprised.


    "Are you busy tonight?" Hao Jian asked, his voice warm, his presence still unsettling.


    "I... I¡¯m helping Ruqi with the inn," Xian Lian replied, stepping back to put distance between them. "I can¡¯t."


    Hao Jian smiled, unfazed. "How about you join me for the Lantern Festival?" he suggested.


    Xian Lian paused, unsure how to respond. "I don¡¯t know, Sir Lui. I¡¯ll think about it."


    With a quick bow, she turned and hurried back to Ruqi. Once there, she exhaled a sigh of relief.


    "Did you know? I heard the Joseon King has gone mad!" a customer remarked.


    "Ha! Serves him right," another added. "I heard he blamed the Ming for his dead love."


    "The Ming should just overthrow him," someone else suggested, their voice filled with disdain.


    "The Crown Prince is impotent, too!" another gossipmonger chimed in, laughing.


    Xian Lian sighed, sinking into a seat next to Ruqi. "He¡¯s bothering me again," she muttered.


    Ruqi glanced at her, a smirk forming. "What now?"


    "He¡¯s asking me to join him for the Lantern Festival. I told him I¡¯m busy," Xian Lian explained, her frustration evident.


    Ruqi groaned. "That boy never stops. He¡¯s noble, but why can¡¯t he see that you¡¯re still waiting for your love?"


    Xian Lian flushed, a bashful smile tugging at her lips. "He¡¯s not..."


    "Xian Lian," Ruqi interrupted, his tone softening. "If you love Zhiyong, I support you. I know your mother was kind, beautiful... and my brother-in-arms must have fallen in love with her for a reason."


    Xian Lian chuckled shyly, feeling comforted by Ruqi''s understanding.


    Meanwhile, back at Lui''s household, Hao Jian¡¯s father had just returned from a trip to Nanjiang, unaware of the growing tension surrounding his son.


    Hao Jian¡¯s father entered the residence, his footsteps breaking the heavy silence. He paused at the threshold, his gaze sweeping over the stillness as though trying to read the room itself. After a moment, he sat in a wooden chair, its legs creaking under his weight, the sound a sharp contrast to the quiet.


    "Chang dan..." he called.


    The household manager, a man in his early forties, bowed respectfully. "You called for me, Lord Lui?"


    Hao Jian¡¯s father¡¯s eyes remained fixed on the room. "Where is Hao Jian? It¡¯s unusually quiet."


    The steward nodded. "I¡¯ve heard that Young Lord has been frequenting an inn. There¡¯s a woman there... a beauty who seems to have caught his attention."


    Hao Jian¡¯s father pressed his fingers to his forehead, frustration simmering. "Who is she? Is she from a worthy family?"


    The steward shook his head. "She¡¯s not of noble birth¡ªappears to be a traveler, or perhaps a girl from the countryside."


    A sharp sigh escaped Hao Jian¡¯s father. "Bring him here immediately. I must meet the young lady who¡¯s captured my son¡¯s heart," he commanded before storming out, the steward following.

 The Unforgotten Promise

    At the inn, Hao Jian¡¯s men dragged him into the main hall, where he waited tensely for his father. When Hao Jian¡¯s father finally entered, flanked by three guards, the atmosphere thickened. Ruqi, sensing the tension, couldn¡¯t warn Xian Lian in time.


    "Welcome. How may I assist you?" Xian Lian greeted, her voice calm but her anxiety betraying her stillness. Her mind, however, was elsewhere¡ªwaiting for someone who had never returned.


    Hao Jian¡¯s father sighed, his voice heavy. "May I speak with you in private, young lady?"


    Xian Lian nodded, her movements deliberate, though unease flickered in her eyes. She gestured toward the door. "Certainly. There is a room where we can speak privately." Though her voice was steady, her heart raced beneath her calm exterior. Her thoughts, despite the moment, remained with him¡ªZhiyong.


    Once inside the room, Hao Jian¡¯s father stood near the table, stiff with discomfort. The silence stretched between them like an unspoken weight.


    "I¡¯ve heard my son has taken an interest in a young lady who works here. That would be you, correct?" His gaze was sharp, searching for any hint of deceit.


    Xian Lian smiled faintly, but her eyes betrayed a quiet sadness. "I believe that¡¯s true. But I¡¯ve made it clear that I do not return his feelings," she replied, the words more painful than she had expected.


    Hao Jian¡¯s father paused before speaking again. "May I ask why? If it¡¯s not too forward," he added, concern edging his voice.


    Xian Lian¡¯s heart fluttered, but she held her ground. "I have someone I¡¯ve long awaited, but he has yet to return," she said softly. "I still wait for him."


    His expression softened, a rare sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I understand," he said, his voice carrying unspoken sorrow. "My son has known loss. His mother passed away when he was young, and I¡¯ve been¡­ absent in many ways. I hope, in time, you might offer him your friendship. He struggles to connect with others."


    "I respect your perspective," Xian Lian replied, her voice steady despite the stirrings within her. "But my heart is set on something beyond these walls. The world is vast, and I wish to see it, not remain in this small village."


    Hao Jian¡¯s father studied her for a long moment, then nodded. "I appreciate your honesty. Thank you for your time. You may go whenever you wish."


    Xian Lian smiled politely, but her calm was a thin veneer. Outside, Ruqi pulled her aside.


    "Is everything all right?" Ruqi asked, concern heavy in her voice.


    Xian Lian gave a reassuring smile, though her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. "Everything is fine. Let¡¯s return to work," she replied, her tone clipped but composed. Yet, her thoughts remained with Zhiyong¡ªthe one she had waited for.


    Back at the Lui residence, Hao Jian entered to find his father already seated, his back straight, his eyes cold and unwavering. The unspoken weight of their years apart filled the room. Hao Jian¡¯s voice broke through the silence.


    "Father?!" he exclaimed, disbelief and frustration bleeding through his words.


    His father glanced at him, dismissive at first, before moving past him with deliberate calm, settling into a chair. His voice, when it came, was firm but weary. "Sit down. We need to talk."


    Hao Jian stood frozen, his feet heavy. The distance between them felt greater than it had ever been. Finally, he sat, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "When did you return?"


    Hao Jian¡¯s father sighed, his tone deliberate. "Son, I know I¡¯ve been absent. But it¡¯s time for you to settle down¡ªmarriage is the next step. It will strengthen our family¡¯s position."


    Hao Jian shot up from his seat, frustration bubbling over. "No!" His voice cracked. "I won¡¯t marry just anyone. I¡ª"


    His father¡¯s voice, cold and cutting, interrupted. "I¡¯ve spoken with the woman you¡¯ve been seeing. She doesn¡¯t return your feelings."


    Hao Jian clenched his fists, his pulse racing. "Father, I won¡¯t marry anyone else!" he shouted, desperation lining his voice as it cracked under years of trying to earn his father¡¯s attention.


    "She¡¯s waiting for someone else," his father replied, each word a dagger. "You are not the one she¡¯s meant to be with."


    The words pierced through Hao Jian, reopening his deepest insecurities. "She¡¯s been waiting for him for over four years! Who knows? Maybe he¡¯s married, or worse, he¡¯s dead!"


    His father slammed his fist onto the table, anger flaring. "Don¡¯t speak of him like that!" he growled, his voice low and seething. "It¡¯s not him that matters anymore. What matters is that she doesn¡¯t see you as worthy of her love."


    Hao Jian¡¯s frustration boiled over. He swept his hand across the table, scattering papers and objects. "You were never there for me!" he cried, the grief of a neglected child spilling out. "If I hadn¡¯t been born, maybe she¡¯d still be alive, and you¡¯d be a father who loved me!"


    The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. His father¡¯s face twisted¡ªnot with anger, but something deeper¡ªsomething Hao Jian had never seen. His hands trembled as he fought to contain his own fury, but there was sorrow in his voice as he spoke through clenched teeth. "I never blamed you for your mother¡¯s death!" he shouted. "I did everything I could to protect her!"


    The silence between them was suffocating. Hao Jian¡¯s father inhaled deeply, voice quieting. "But you must let go of this bitterness, Hao Jian. Open your heart to someone else. You can¡¯t keep living in the past."


    Hao Jian¡¯s anger burned through his chest. He pounded his fists against the door, his cries reverberating in the empty room. The weight of his years of isolation crushed him, and all he could do was scream into the void.


    Outside, Xian Lian stood in the stillness of the night, practicing with her sword beneath the lantern-lit sky. The soft glow of the lanterns mirrored the turmoil within her. Her thoughts, though veiled beneath her motions, remained fixed on Zhiyong, her heart aching with each swing.


    As the last lantern ascended, she sheathed her sword, her resolve hardening. With a soft prayer to the stars above, she whispered, "Zhi Gege... I hope to see you soon. I can¡¯t wait any longer."


    Meanwhile, outside the gates, a lone figure sat astride a horse, cloaked in shadow. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing an unspoken secret. "Xian Lian, wait for me," Li Zhiyong murmured to himself, his voice a whisper on the wind. "I still have something to complete for Sifu."


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    He turned his horse and rode off into the night, disappearing into the darkness.


    A week passed, and Xian Lian couldn¡¯t help but notice Hao Jian¡¯s absence. She wasn¡¯t sad nor disappointed¡ªonly curious, a quiet question lingering in her mind. As customers came and went, the whispers of the town reached her ears. They spoke of how Hao Jian''s father had been searching for a suitable marital partner for him, and how Hao Jian''s blatant refusal had spread through the town like a ripple in a still pond, growing ever wider as it touched more hearts and minds.


    "He even refused the beauty of the town?!"


    "Aiyah! Such a foolish child!"


    "Even the second powerful family¡¯s daughter?"


    "Damn... For a respectable Lui to have a son like him is such a disappointment..."


    "Who is expecting to marry him if he does this? Does he want a princess or something?"


    The common people murmured among themselves, their words heavy with disapproval. They deemed Hao Jian¡¯s behavior unworthy of his noble birth, speaking of his actions as a tarnish upon the family name and his ingratitude as a breach of the privilege bestowed upon him. Yet, despite the quiet judgments that circled the town, Hao Jian''s father, though disappointed by his son''s erratic ways, did not yield to despair. With the patience of one who understands duty, he continued his search for a wife of virtue, believing that through perseverance, the path of honor could still be restored. And with a heart burdened by both hope and sorrow, he approached his son, ever bound by the responsibility of his role.


    "Father, please. Let me go. I don¡¯t need to inherit the title... I just want to stay with her..." Hao Jian begged. His father groaned in disappointment.


    "Son, it¡¯s time to embrace your duty. The arrangements have been made, and the day of your marriage is set. In two days, your bride will arrive, and the union will proceed as determined. What is required must be done, regardless of personal will," Hao Jian¡¯s father explained.


    Hao Jian''s once-bright dream of marrying the woman he loved lay in ruins, scattered like glass across the floor, each shard a painful reminder of a love he could never claim. Panic gripped him as he thought of a way to resolve his desire to be with Xian Lian.


    "Father... If I can choose, may I ask for her hand in marriage? If she refuses, I will marry the woman you have chosen for me," Hao Jian surrendered.


    His father, momentarily struck by the sight of Hao Jian¡¯s broken state¡ªonce strong and proud, now fragile and diminished¡ªsighed quietly. A burdened heart ached within him, but he knew that true compassion required him to guide his son back to the path of honor, no matter the difficulty.


    "Very well. Should she decline, return here without delay, for the will of heaven must be respected. If she accepts, then bring her forth, for in all things, one must follow the path that unfolds with grace," Hao Jian¡¯s father stated, his voice firm yet compassionate. Then, he turned and walked away.


    Hao Jian¡¯s heart swelled with joy at his father¡¯s agreement, his excitement spiraling into madness. He dressed quickly, stormed out of the residence, and set off to see Xian Lian immediately.


    Xian Lian was wiping down a table when the last customers left. Hao Jian entered and smiled at her. He walked up to her and cleared his throat.


    "Xian Lian..." he called softly, his voice as gentle as he could manage. Xian Lian turned around and bowed.


    "Sir Lui. What brings you here?" she asked politely. Hao Jian smiled shyly.


    "Xian Lian, I know you were waiting for someone, but he hasn''t appeared for more than four years now..."


    "Sir Lui, it matters not how long I have waited for him. I place my trust in him, for I believe that, in time, he will come, as his heart is steadfast and true," Xian Lian replied firmly.


    At that moment, Hao Jian¡¯s father appeared from behind, watching the scene unfold. Hao Jian began to feel uneasy.


    "Why not accompany me? I know it may not be your wish, but I ask, for I seek your approval, even if it may not align with your heart¡¯s desire," Hao Jian said.


    Xian Lian smiled softly, placing the cloth down on the table and bowing respectfully.


    "Sir Lui, I seek nothing more than the bond of friendship with you. I cannot follow you, for I have chosen to remain here, waiting for the man who has promised to return. My heart remains steadfast in that trust," Xian Lian rejected adamantly.


    Hao Jian trembled in fear, his mind racing with ways to change her mind.


    "I..." he began, but was cut off by his father¡¯s commanding voice.


    "Hao Jian, it is time to return. Come, let us go now."


    Hao Jian turned slowly, his face flushed with a mix of shame and indignation, yet he held his composure as best he could. He nodded and said goodbye to Xian Lian.


    Since that day, the plans his father had set in motion proceeded. Hao Jian married the woman his father had chosen for him. However, on the night of the wedding, instead of seeking the company of his new wife, Hao Jian called for Xian Lian. His wife, enraged by this, confronted Xian Lian, accusing her of seducing Hao Jian. But Xian Lian, calm as ever, denied any such intentions, making it clear that she held no interest in him.


    When Hao Jian learned that his wife had troubled Xian Lian, he confronted her in a fit of rage, dismissing her as his wife and showing no respect. Furious at this display, his father berated Hao Jian, demanding that he act honorably and show proper respect toward his wife. But Hao Jian, undeterred, retorted that his wife had no right to harass Xian Lian, as she had done.


    Feeling that both his father and wife were united in opposition to Xian Lian''s presence, Hao Jian, overwhelmed by frustration and a sense of isolation, fled from the residence in search of solace with her. But things did not unfold as he expected. Hao Jian, who had hoped to find comfort in Xian Lian''s presence, was instead consumed by a distorted mind. The vulnerability he sought to embrace quickly turned into raw aggression. His emotions surged violently, his sanity teetering on the edge as he looked at her.


    "Sir Lui," Xian Lian called out. Hao Jian twitched, fighting to hold his unraveling sanity together. Though he forced a smile, it trembled on the edge of madness, his composure barely clinging to the surface.


    "Xian Lian... Perhaps... Perhaps we should leave this place and journey together, exploring the world as it unfolds. If it is your wish, I shall follow, for your heart¡¯s desire is what I seek to honor," Hao Jian expressed as best as he could.


    Xian Lian felt the weight of urgency in his words, as though his very soul cried out in desperate need. She sighed deeply.


    "Sir... You are now wed, and with this, you bear the duty of a husband. It is your responsibility to fulfill the role entrusted to you with honor and integrity," Xian Lian adamantly refused once again.


    Hao Jian¡¯s anger flared at her rejection, pushing him to the edge. Unable to contain his fury, he seized her wrist with force, pulling her toward him in a moment of reckless desperation.


    "Let go!" Xian Lian cried, struggling to break free.


    "You will follow me whether you consent or not!" Hao Jian furiously declared, his words sharp and commanding. Xian Lian stood in shock, stunned by the sudden, drastic change in him. The crowd buzzed with confusion as Hao Jian forcibly dragged her away, despite her struggles. Ruqi attempted to intervene, but Hao Jian swiftly kicked her down, leaving her clutching her stomach in pain.


    Despite the chaos, Xian Lian struggled with all her might to break free, determined not to harm anyone, especially Hao Jian, a noble.


    "Let go of me!" Xian Lian cried, straining to break free. But Hao Jian refused, his grip tightening as he continued to drag her away. The crowd fell silent as the sound of galloping hooves grew louder. As the rider stormed toward them, the crowd parted to make way. Hao Jian paused, realizing the rider was coming for them.


    Xian Lian¡¯s eyes widened in recognition, a surge of happiness and relief flooding her heart. As the rider reached them, she broke free from Hao Jian¡¯s grip and reached for his hand, desperate for help.


    "Xian Lian!" Hao Jian cried out, fear gripping him as he saw her escaping. But before he could react, the rider swiftly seized her hand and pulled her onto the horse behind him, placing her safely behind him. The rider halted, turned the horse to face Hao Jian, and fixed him with a look of clear disgust.


    Xian Lian, feeling a wave of relief and contentment, couldn¡¯t help but smile, her heart swelling with gratitude.


    "Zhi Gege," she said softly, her voice filled with joy. "You finally came."


    Her patience had been rewarded. Hao Jian clenched his teeth, rage surging through him as he glared at Zhiyong, who sat arrogantly atop his horse. The intensity of his fury burned like a storm inside him, his mind clouded by an uncontrollable urge to strike down Zhiyong.

 Unforeseen Parallel of Mothers Love

    After the confrontation with Hao Jian, Zhiyong¡¯s fury burned hot. His grip tightened on his sword, ready to retaliate, but Xian Lian¡¯s calm voice cut through his rage.


    "A noble¡¯s honor is not upheld through reckless vengeance."


    She placed a steady hand on his arm. Though his muscles remained coiled, the fire in his eyes dimmed as the weight of her words settled in. A reluctant sigh escaped him, and with great restraint, he lowered his blade. The air, thick with tension, seemed to settle as his rage ebbed. Meanwhile, Xian Lian turned her attention to Ruqi, kneeling beside her. With gentle resolve, she offered solace, her fingers lightly pressing against Ruqi¡¯s trembling hand. The warmth of her touch brought comfort, and though Zhiyong¡¯s anger still simmered beneath the surface, he stood close, a silent promise of protection.


    Elsewhere, Hao Jian stormed into Lui¡¯s residence, his pride shattered by his defeat. His fists slammed against the wooden table, sending porcelain crashing to the floor in a burst of sound. He raged like a caged beast, unable to reconcile his ego with his fall.


    That night, as the cold moonlight poured through the windows, Zhiyong sat beside Ruqi, his voice grim. "Master Gin has passed."


    The words shattered the silence like a blade cutting through still water. Xian Lian¡¯s breath hitched, and her fingers curled against her lap. The haunting emptiness of not having been there in his final moments crushed her chest. She hadn¡¯t been there to ease his pain or whisper comfort. A wave of guilt swelled within her, suffocating and unrelenting.


    Zhiyong, ever attuned to her silent sorrow, placed a hand over hers. "It was his choice to protect you. He returned alone, knowing the risks."


    She nodded slowly, the weight of regret lingering in her heart like an unshakeable shadow.


    With Hao Jian¡¯s erratic behavior growing more dangerous, the time to leave the village had come. As they prepared to depart, Zhiyong sought clarity, and Ruqi revealed the root of Hao Jian¡¯s actions¡ªhis relentless obsession with possessing Xian Lian.


    Far away in Joseon, King Hyun Yeol, now forty-three, lay on his deathbed. The once-imposing ruler, who had shaped the kingdom with an iron grip, now struggled for each breath. Shadows clung to his hollowed features, his strength long eroded by the weight of time and regret. His gaze, dim yet searching, rested on Eunuch Lee¡ªthe one constant in his turbulent reign.


    "I wish to see her," he whispered, his voice fragile as wind through brittle leaves.


    Eunuch Lee lowered his head, his throat tightening. He did not need to ask who.


    Concubine Yoo Ha rushed in, her silk robes trailing behind her in frantic disarray. She fell to her knees, grasping his frail hand, her fingers trembling. "Do not leave me, Your Majesty. We still have time together."


    Her words were a plea against the inevitable. But Hyun Yeol had already begun to drift, his eyes slipping past her, seeking something¡ªsomeone¡ªwho was not there.


    Crown Prince Lee Jae entered quietly, his steps measured, his face a mask of composed grief. The weight of impending kingship settled heavily on his shoulders.


    "Your Majesty, you must endure," he urged, though his voice lacked conviction. "There is still much to be done."


    A faint, broken smile ghosted across Hyun Yeol¡¯s lips. "I hope you succeed where I have faltered. Reign with strength and wisdom beyond mine. May you¡­ do better." His words faltered, growing fainter. The burden of his reign, the ghosts of his failures, pressed upon him. He exhaled slowly, each breath weaker than the last.


    Then, with the last of his strength, he murmured, "Your mother¡­ Queen Seo Yeon¡­ will guide you."


    A final breath. A final silence. His head tilted to the side, and the room stilled, as though the palace itself held its breath.


    Concubine Yoo Ha''s wail shattered the hush. "Your Majesty!" Her voice rang through the halls, raw with grief, but the man who had once ruled with absolute authority could no longer answer.


    Beyond the chamber, the news spread like wildfire. The court, bound by decorum, knelt in solemn mourning, but behind the bowed heads, calculations had already begun. The throne was never just an inheritance¡ªit was a battlefield.


    And at its center stood Queen Seo Yeon.


    For years, she had been a shadow cast out of power, a ghost lingering at the palace''s edge. Now, with no queen to claim the position, her return was inevitable. The court was divided¡ªsome welcomed her wisdom, others whispered that a dethroned queen had no place in power. But there was no question: she would be the guiding force behind the new king.


    As Concubine Yoo Ha wept over the lifeless body of the man she had fought so desperately to hold onto, Seo Yeon stood at the palace gates, her carriage approaching with quiet finality. The world of the court had shifted once more. And this time, it would be hers to command.


    With no queen crowned after Seo Yeon¡¯s exile, her return to the palace as Queen Dowager was inevitable. Though Concubine Yoo Ha seethed with animosity, Seo Yeon remained composed, carrying the weight of the court with measured grace. She oversaw the coronation of Crown Prince Lee Jae, guiding him through the years of mourning with wisdom and care.


    Yet, beneath her poised exterior, grief carved deep wounds. Her son, Lee San, had once brought light into her life, his laughter filling the palace halls. She had tried to shield him from the ruthless tides of court politics, arranging a marriage for him with a low-ranking noblewoman, believing it would protect him.


    But Concubine Yoo Ha saw Lee San as an obstacle. When King Lee Jae named him as his successor, her hatred solidified into something far more dangerous. She conspired, ensuring that Lee San was killed at thirty¡ªleaving behind his five-year-old son.


    When the news reached Seo Yeon, she did not wail. She did not fall apart. Instead, she stood frozen, the world around her hollowing into silence. The air thickened, as though the very room itself felt the weight of her grief. Slowly, she walked to her son¡¯s chamber, untouched since his last visit. Her fingers hovered over the childhood toys he had once cherished, tracing the edges of a carved wooden crane that he had once held so dear. Each movement was heavy with the memory of him.


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    Her grandson, barely understanding the cruelty of the world, clung to her robes. "Where is Father?"


    Seo Yeon knelt, pressing a trembling kiss to his forehead. "He is gone," she whispered, the words tasting like ash on her tongue.


    That night, she sat alone in the quiet of her chambers, staring at the flickering candlelight, watching the flame dance as though it, too, sought solace. She had suffered loss before¡ªher husband, her place at court¡ªbut nothing compared to this. A mother should never outlive her child.


    And yet, she did.


    Meanwhile, in the distant Ming dynasty, Xian Lian and Zhiyong built a life far from the reach of political turmoil. Their days were filled with laughter, the rustling of leaves, and the warmth of family. Zhiyong, a playful father, taught his sons the art of the sword, his discipline softened by affection. Xian Lian devoted herself to their young daughter, Yuyu, who was nearing her second birthday.


    At thirty, Xian Lian embodied grace and quiet strength, her heart tied to the rhythm of their peaceful life.


    Before Zhiyong departed for a journey, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I will return soon."


    Xian Lian smiled softly, tucking a bundle into his pack. "Yuyu will be two soon. Don¡¯t forget the days, my love."


    Zhiyong chuckled, the warmth in his eyes belying the urgency of the task ahead. "No road can keep me from you, not even time itself."


    With one last glance, he disappeared into the night, his silhouette swallowed by the darkness. Xian Lian stood in the doorway, watching him vanish, her heart heavy with a mixture of longing and quiet certainty. Even as distance stretched between them, she knew¡ªno force in this world could sever the bond they had built.


    As the first light of dawn filtered through the trees, Xian Lian moved with quiet determination, each step carrying the weight of her promise to her children. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, but she barely noticed. Her focus was absolute¡ªevery movement precise, every breath a silent prayer to the forest for her family''s survival.


    She gathered her game swiftly, each catch a small victory in the ongoing struggle to provide. The knot she tied around the bounty was simple, but in its simplicity, it was a testament to her resolve. A bond unbroken, despite the chaos of the world around her.


    As she began her journey home, a shift in the air drew her attention¡ªa subtle disturbance, like a whisper against her skin. She wasn¡¯t alone. Instinct prickled at the back of her neck, and her hand moved toward her side, though the sword was not yet drawn. Her eyes scanned the shadows. Nothing. But the feeling of being watched clung to her like a second skin.


    Her pulse quickened, but she pushed the unease aside, silencing the dread that crept into her bones. There was no time for fear. Not now. Not when there was still so much at stake.


    Her steps quickened, heart pounding as the weight of the unknown pressed down upon her. Strength wasn¡¯t about avoiding danger; it was knowing when to face it¡ªand when to protect what mattered most.


    Then, a footstep. A figure materialized from the trees, his sneer cutting through the still morning like a blade.


    ¡°My Xian Xiaojie,¡± Hao Jian¡¯s voice dripped with cruel familiarity, sending a shiver down her spine.


    Xian Lian¡¯s pulse spiked, recognition mingling with dread. She had sensed something earlier, but this¡ªthis was worse. Much worse. Her stance didn¡¯t falter, though her eyes narrowed, studying the man before her with a steady gaze.


    Days passed, but the unease remained. The woods felt different now, more hostile. Every rustle of leaves was a warning. Her sword, always at her side, felt heavier than before, its cold steel a constant reminder of the dangers lurking.


    When she returned that afternoon, the figure near her door made her skin crawl. He stood there, unmoving, like a shadow she couldn¡¯t escape. She pretended not to notice him, the act a defiance in itself. His presence meant nothing, or so she told herself.


    ¡°Xian Lian...¡± Hao Jian¡¯s voice floated toward her, smooth as silk¡ªbut there was nothing gentle about it. Her skin prickled with an urge to flee.


    She turned slowly to face him, and his smile, so warm yet so cutting, struck her like a blow. The look in his eyes stirred memories of a time long past, of a man she once knew, though this one was not the same. The warmth was a mask, worn too thin to fool her.


    ¡°Sir?¡± The thought flickered, confusion clouding her thoughts, but the answer was already clear. This man¡ªthe one before her now¡ªwas not the one she remembered.


    ¡°It¡¯s been a while,¡± he murmured, his voice a soft threat. ¡°You left without a word.¡±


    Xian Lian steadied herself, taking a deep breath. "Sir Lui, I seek no further bond with you. If your heart desires more than friendship, I cannot return it. I am bound to another."


    Her words landed with the finality of a closing door, but Hao Jian¡¯s smile faltered, a shadow darkening his gaze.


    ¡°Do not test me!¡± he growled, his fingers biting into her wrist, jerking her toward him. Her game scattered from her hands, forgotten in the wake of his touch.


    Her body tensed, but there was no hesitation in her. The sword was in her hand before he could take another step, the cold metal an extension of her will.


    ¡°Speak not in threats,¡± she warned, her voice low, dangerous.


    Hao Jian¡¯s smile twisted, though his eyes gleamed with something far darker. ¡°Xian Lian... You are my love. Only you, forever. I would cast aside my wife for you. You will be my one and only. Please... stop rejecting me.¡±


    His desperation was suffocating, madness dripping from his words like poison. ¡°I will never,¡± she said, each word deliberate, unwavering. ¡°My husband stands by me. And I stand by him.¡±


    At the mention of her husband, his face contorted, his hands clenching into fists so tight the knuckles turned white.


    ¡°If my father is the obstacle...¡± he sneered, his eyes glittering with malice. ¡°Know that he is no more. I¡¯ve ensured he will never stand in our way again.¡±


    Xian Lian¡¯s breath hitched, her stomach twisting with a sickening realization. ¡°How dare you? You killed him?¡±


    The words barely left her lips before fury surged through her veins. ¡°You would kill anyone who stands in your way? Even your own flesh?¡±


    Hao Jian¡¯s laugh was hollow, manic. ¡°Of course! To deny our love is to defy nature itself. I will kill anyone who refuses it¡ªeven my own son.¡±


    Xian Lian recoiled, repulsed and terrified, but her resolve hardened. ¡°You will never touch me,¡± she spat. ¡°And I will never let you harm my children.¡±


    At that moment, the door creaked open. Little Qian¡¯ai stepped into the space between them. Time seemed to freeze, the air thick with impending disaster. Hao Jian¡¯s eyes locked onto the child, a new cruelty igniting in them.


    ¡°Is this... a child without me?¡± His voice slithered toward them, each word laced with venom.


    ¡°LiAi, go hide!¡± Xian Lian shouted, pushing the child back into the house. But Qian¡¯ai was already running, his tiny feet scrambling for safety.


    Xian Lian turned to face Hao Jian, her sword held steady. ¡°Stay away from him,¡± she commanded, her voice sharp, unwavering.


    Hao Jian¡¯s eyes burned with madness, and his sword was in his hand in an instant, his movements deliberate and chilling. ¡°He goes, no matter what...¡± he spat.


    The air grew thick, oppressive, as Xian Lian stood firm, the weight of her protection bearing down on her. Then, with a flash, Hao Jian lunged for the child.


    Without thought, Xian Lian threw herself in front of Qian¡¯ai, taking the full force of the blow. Pain exploded in her chest, blood spilling onto the earth. Her vision blurred, strength fading like a fading echo.


    With a final, desperate effort, she shoved the child away. ¡°Mom...¡± he whispered, his voice breaking, filled with raw fear.


    Xian Lian managed a faint smile, her breath shallow. ¡°I will always protect you...¡± she murmured before the world turned to darkness.

 Mothers Love That Lives on

    "LiAi... Go... Release that bird," XianLian urged, her voice strained but firm. Qian LiAi hesitated, tears welling in his eyes as he refused to move. HaoJian attempted to wrench the sword free from XianLian''s body, but at the sight of Qian LiAi''s shock, she pinched him hard, snapping him out of his daze.


    "Mom..." he whispered, his voice trembling.


    "Now!" XianLian shouted, her tone desperate. Instantly, Qian LiAi sprinted toward the door, releasing an orange bird into the night air. HaoJian yanked the sword free with brutal force, causing XianLian to groan in agony as blood poured from her wound. She focused on her aura, trying to slow the bleeding, before turning to face him with what little strength she had left.


    "Xian... I..." HaoJian began, but she cut him off with her unwavering declaration.


    "You''re an uninvited guest in my home. I will never leave with you, not until my eyes close in peace," XianLian said coldly, her voice filled with resolve. She would not be taken alive. HaoJian''s jaw clenched, frustration building inside him¡ªboth at her defiance and his own helplessness. He wanted her¡ªnot just a part of her, but everything she was. Only when she was whole and untouched could his heart feel at rest.


    Qian LiAi stood by the door, his gaze fixed on his mother. Despite the blood soaking her body, she still fought to protect them, her strength unwavering. In that moment, his longing for his father''s return intensified, as if his presence could undo this nightmare.


    HaoJian''s eyes flicked to Qian LiAi, who stood frozen in fear, and a surge of irrational jealousy gripped him. His love for XianLian twisted into something darker, more possessive¡ªeven toward her child.


    With a roar, HaoJian lunged toward Qian LiAi, but XianLian intercepted him, her sword clashing against his with a loud crack. She was relentless in her defense, forcing HaoJian to shift his focus entirely to her. The air was thick with tension as their blades met again and again, the struggle stretching long into the night. XianLian fought with all her might, but each movement grew weaker, her blood seeping from her wound, staining the ground beneath her.


    HaoJian''s sword flashed dangerously in the dim light, and XianLian barely managed to deflect it, the blade grazing her skin. Then, in a split second, HaoJian released his grip on the sword, sending it flying toward Qian LiAi. XianLian saw it too late. With a burst of energy, she kicked HaoJian away and used the momentum to throw herself at the sword, catching it just before it could strike her son.


    Qian LiAi stared at the blade, paralyzed with terror, as XianLian''s hand, now slick with blood, gripped the sharp edge to protect him.


    "XianLian!" HaoJian''s voice cracked with raw emotion as he watched her sacrifice herself without hesitation. He felt an unfamiliar knot tighten in his chest as she hurled his sword aside, her wound now flowing freely.


    "Mom," Qian LiAi whispered, the tremor in his voice breaking the silence. XianLian offered him a faint, pained smile, her eyes softening as she tried to comfort him in his anguish.


    "LiAi... I''m... I''m okay," she whispered, her voice faltering. But even as she spoke, her strength failed her, and she collapsed to the ground.


    "Mom!" Qian LiAi screamed, his heart shattering as he cradled her head in his lap. HaoJian rushed forward, but before he could reach her, a gust of wind, laden with leaves, slammed into him, forcing him back.


    A figure emerged from the shadows, moving with swift grace. In a blur of motion, they swooped down, catching XianLian¡¯s fragile body in their arms. XianLian''s eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile curved her lips as she looked up.


    "Fu jun..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.


    ZhiYong froze, shock spreading across his face as he searched her for injuries, desperately hoping this was all some cruel nightmare.


    "XianXian... I came too late..." His voice trembled with fear and regret, his heart sinking as he saw the blood staining her clothes. Despite her pain, XianLian reached up, her trembling hand caressing his cheek in a silent gesture of love and comfort.


    "My dear... you must protect them... at all costs," she murmured, her voice fragile but firm. "They need guidance... I won''t be here to give it. Don¡¯t concern yourself with my past. My mother is gone... and nothing remains in this world. The answers... they''ll be lost, beyond reach. Our children... they need you."


    Tears filled ZhiYong''s eyes as he absorbed her words, his heart breaking with the weight of her sacrifice. He had failed to protect her¡ªfailed to protect them all¡ªand now it was too late.


    With what little strength she had left, XianLian pulled from her dress the ornament her mother had given her. She held it out to ZhiYong, her hand shaking with the effort.


    "Give this to Yuyu... for her birthday..." Her smile flickered before fading, but her gaze softened as she entrusted him with the final act of her love for their daughter.


    Her hand slowly dropped, lifeless, as her face paled, the light fading from her eyes. ZhiYong''s heart stopped with the realization that she was gone. Her final breath was but a whisper in the wind.


    "Who dares harm my wife and child?" ZhiYong''s voice broke the stillness, full of fury as he glared at HaoJian, his body rigid with rage. "Who dares trespass in my home?"


    Qian LiAi sobbed uncontrollably beside them, his cries racking his small frame as he clutched ZhiYong¡¯s arm.


    "Baba... please don''t go," Qian LiAi pleaded, the guilt, shame, and fear heavy in his words. ZhiYong turned, his heart breaking at the sight of his son¡¯s anguish. He paused, torn between the need to protect his children and the sorrow that consumed him. Slowly, he laid XianLian¡¯s body on the ground, his hands shaking as he pulled his son into a tight embrace.


    HaoJian stood frozen, his mind racing, the magnitude of XianLian''s death crashing over him. His chest tightened as he reached out toward her lifeless body, but the moment his foot moved, ZhiYong¡¯s piercing glare stopped him cold.


    With a coldness he hadn''t known he was capable of, ZhiYong raised his sword, his resolve hardening.


    "Leave before I kill you," ZhiYong spat, his voice icy with hatred. "I will not let my child suffer further at the hands of someone who has no right to my family."


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    HaoJian hesitated, the fear of death flooding through him. He realized in that instant that his battle was lost, and with one final look at XianLian¡¯s body, he turned and fled into the night, leaving them behind.


    ZhiYong, his mind set on vengeance, moved with purpose toward the stables. He threw open the door and froze when he saw TianKe embracing Yun Yuhua tightly.


    "Baba..." TianKe cried, rushing to him.


    ZhiYong lowered Qian LiAi gently to the ground before wrapping his arms around Yun Yuhua. Her innocent laughter filled the air, and in that moment, the contrast of her pure joy against the pain that had just unfolded broke him. Tears streamed down his face as he held her close, grateful for her innocence amid the wreckage of their lives.


    TianKe, realizing the truth of their mother¡¯s death, collapsed beside Qian LiAi. The two siblings wept together, their grief overwhelming.


    The following evening, ZhiYong buried XianLian in silence. He knelt before her tombstone, unable to find solace, tears falling freely as he mourned the love of his life.


    TianKe approached quietly, his heart heavy with sorrow. Leaving Qian LiAi and Yun Yuhua behind, he walked slowly toward his father, guilt weighing on him for not being there for XianLian when she needed him most. He reached out and gently grasped ZhiYong¡¯s hand.


    "Baba..." TianKe whispered.


    ZhiYong turned, his face softening in response to the pain reflected in TianKe''s eyes. He pulled his son into his arms, offering what little comfort he could, though his own heart remained fractured with guilt and grief.


    "I¡¯ll be here for you all. Don''t worry," ZhiYong reassured, his voice steady despite the storm inside. TianKe nodded slowly, his eyes reflecting quiet acceptance, though the weight of the loss still lingered in the air.


    "I want to become stronger..." TianKe mumbled, anxiety lacing his voice.


    ZhiYong paused and turned to look at him. TianKe¡¯s brow furrowed, his gaze distant.


    "I feel... weak for not helping Mom," he admitted, guilt weighing heavily on his heart.


    ZhiYong saw the trauma in his children''s eyes, but also the flicker of resolve to protect each other. He wiped away his own tears and gently patted TianKe¡¯s head, offering a reassuring smile.


    "Once LiAi is better, we¡¯ll start training again," ZhiYong said with quiet determination. TianKe nodded, his resolve hardening.


    The next day, ZhiYong spoke to RuQi about his decision to spend more time with his children, on behalf of XianLian, who had passed away. RuQi, her face etched with sorrow, assured him she would support their family, even without a mother, if they ever decided to return. ZhiYong, accompanied by his children, set out in search of a new home, as the one he had shared with XianLian now haunted him with the painful memory of her death.


    Throughout the day, ZhiYong focused on teaching his sons, guiding them to channel their aura through their swords. Yun Yuhua, now growing into a young girl, excelled in precision with ranged weapons. Impressed by her skill, ZhiYong devoted his attention to perfecting her use of the bow and throwing daggers. The years of training were grueling, but the bond of love and the shared desire to protect one another gave the children the strength to endure.


    Eight years had passed since XianLian¡¯s death, and ZhiYong continued to care for their children as they roamed the forest. They settled near XianLian¡¯s hometown, where her mother had been murdered, and her father had disappeared. Though ZhiYong honored XianLian¡¯s final wish to focus on their children, he couldn¡¯t shake the nagging suspicion that her parents¡¯ deaths were connected to the attack that had injured Master Gin.


    While exploring XianLian¡¯s abandoned home, ZhiYong stumbled upon the safe her mother had crafted. The sight of it brought a rush of memories, and he couldn¡¯t hold back his tears. As he examined the safe, something strange caught his eye¡ªa smaller safe hidden within. With a swift motion, he opened it and discovered an envelope stuffed with letters. Inside were four detailed letters written in Ming, each filled with intricate thoughts. Alongside them were two letters written in Joseon, addressed to different recipients. The contents were a mystery he could no longer ignore.


    ZhiYong read the letters carefully and quickly understood that XianLian¡¯s mother had suspected one of their attackers might have been from Joseon. The revelation weighed heavily on him. Without a word, he stormed back to his children, his mind racing. Standing before them, torn between the need to investigate and the pain of leaving them again, he found himself speechless.


    "Baba?" Fifteen-year-old TianKe¡¯s voice broke the silence, cutting through the tension. ZhiYong turned to him, uncertain of how to explain what churned inside him.


    "TianKe..." ZhiYong began, his voice faltering, unsure whether to speak of their late mother. The thought of her death and the secrets surrounding it made his words catch in his throat.


    "Baba. Are you okay?" TianKe asked, concern softening his words as he looked at his father.


    ZhiYong managed a faint smile, keeping his thoughts to himself for the moment.


    "TianKe, let¡¯s prepare for dinner," ZhiYong said, gently patting TianKe¡¯s shoulder. TianKe smiled and nodded, following his father without another word.


    After dinner, Qian LiAi and Yun Yuhua drifted off to sleep in their respective rooms. TianKe stayed awake, sensing his father¡¯s troubled mind. ZhiYong sat at the table, lost in thought, unsure of what to do next.


    Seeing his father''s unrest, TianKe quietly sat down across from him, watching him closely.


    "TianKe..." ZhiYong spoke, his voice soft yet heavy with unspoken burdens.


    "Baba, if there''s something bothering you, do you mind sharing it with me?" TianKe asked, genuine concern in his eyes.


    "I found more clues about your grandparents... They were involved in my master''s death... somehow," ZhiYong finally revealed, his voice thick with the weight of the truth he had kept hidden for so long.


    TianKe nodded, his anxiety clear. "I see..." he murmured, trying to process the revelation.


    "But it also has to do with Joseon. I just don¡¯t understand why... I know your mother¡¯s mother was from Joseon, but why would they want to harm Ming people?" ZhiYong muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion. TianKe could see the weight of his father¡¯s worry, and though the situation was grim, he offered a small smile, trying to ease his father¡¯s troubled mind.


    "Baba... If you must seek answers, I am old enough now to care for LiAi and Yuyu. You don¡¯t have to worry about us," TianKe assured ZhiYong, his voice steady and confident.


    ZhiYong looked at his son, pride swelling in his chest. The maturity in TianKe''s words gave him a sense of peace, knowing his children were capable of standing strong, even in his absence. He smiled warmly, patting TianKe''s cheek.


    "My son... You''ve grown into a man. I¡¯m proud," ZhiYong said, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. TianKe blushed softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his face at the compliment, but a gentle smile tugged at his lips.


    The next morning, as the family gathered for breakfast, ZhiYong broke the silence with an unexpected announcement.


    "My children... I must embark on a long journey," he said, his voice firm yet laced with emotion. "I do not know how long I will be gone. But I have asked my elder to look after you. She is like a mother to both me and your mother."


    Qian LiAi and Yun Yuhua exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what was happening.


    "Why?" Qian LiAi asked, his curiosity evident.


    ZhiYong smiled and ruffled his son¡¯s hair. "I must investigate something tied to your late grandmother," he explained softly.


    Qian LiAi nodded slowly, understanding the connection to his mother¡¯s last wish.


    As the day drew to a close, ZhiYong said his final goodbyes to his three children. TianKe stood beside them as they waved farewell to their father. ZhiYong mounted his horse, looking back at them one last time before riding off into the distance.


    "XianXian... I will find the answers for you, no matter what," he whispered to the wind, his vow drifting into the night.

 Family Love Equal Strength

    ZhiYong had left, seeking answers about his late wife¡¯s mother, abandoning his three children to fend for themselves. TianKe, at just twelve, took on the weight of responsibility, caring for his younger siblings. He hunted for food, negotiated at the market with RuQi, and did whatever it took to keep them going. Over the two years since their father¡¯s departure, they had received only three letters, each arriving at six-month intervals.


    Yun Yuhua was nearing her twelfth year, and the village buzzed with news of the upcoming Lantern Festival. She eagerly begged TianKe to take her, her voice filled with excitement. Though TianKe hesitated, knowing the burden of caring for his siblings weighed on him, he agreed. Yun Yuhua had never met RuQi, and this would be their first chance to see the woman who had been a part of their mother¡¯s life. Before they set off, TianKe sent a pigeon to ZhiYong to inform him of their journey.


    The pigeon returned with a single letter: ¡°Stay safe, my children. I love and miss you all very much.¡±


    Yun Yuhua eagerly grabbed the letter and pressed it to her chest, her smile wide. The words, simple yet filled with warmth, reassured her that their father still cared. TianKe and Qian LiAi exchanged a smile, watching her embrace the letter.


    ¡°What¡¯s got you smiling so wide, Yuyu?¡± TianKe teased, raising an eyebrow.


    Yun Yuhua looked up, noticing their gaze. ¡°What?¡±


    They chuckled, wrapping their arms around her.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got your mother¡¯s smile,¡± TianKe said, his voice soft.


    Qian LiAi added, ¡°Yes, you look just like her, Yuyu. Beautiful, just like your mother.¡±


    Laughter filled the room, a rare sound that brightened the otherwise quiet home. That evening, they packed their things in preparation for the festival and the long-awaited visit to RuQi. The next morning, they made their way into the town.


    ¡°Welcome!¡± RuQi called out as they entered the inn, her attention momentarily focused elsewhere. TianKe smiled, waiting patiently for her gaze to land on him. When it did, RuQi¡¯s face lit up, and she rushed to embrace him.


    ¡°TianKe!¡± she exclaimed, her voice full of warmth.


    ¡°Auntie RuQi! I¡¯ve brought my siblings to visit,¡± TianKe said proudly, his chest swelling with a mix of excitement and affection.


    RuQi turned her attention to the others, but as her eyes fell on Yun Yuhua, her expression faltered, and tears welled in her eyes. The sight of the young girl, so much like her mother, was overwhelming.


    ¡°XianLian?¡± RuQi whispered, her voice trembling.


    TianKe gave her a knowing smile, understanding the depth of her emotion. He had seen it before, the way RuQi held on to the memory of XianLian, the friend she had lost.


    ¡°This is Yun Yuhua, and this is Qian LiAi,¡± TianKe introduced, his voice tender. Both Yun Yuhua and Qian LiAi bowed respectfully, offering their greetings.


    RuQi smiled softly, her hand gently clasping Yun Yuhua¡¯s. ¡°Your mother would be so proud of you,¡± she said, her voice breaking. ¡°You¡¯re as beautiful as she was.¡±


    Yun Yuhua smiled, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of RuQi¡¯s praise. ¡°Thank you, Auntie RuQi,¡± she replied.


    The embrace that followed was full of unspoken love, and one by one, RuQi hugged each of them, offering tea and showing them to their rooms. Though they were meant to rest, the siblings chose instead to help RuQi with the inn. The Lantern Festival was just days away, and the inn was growing busier with each passing moment. RuQi cherished the company of the three siblings, marveling at their bond and the quiet support they gave each other.


    As the days wore on, the inn filled with gossip. The locals, as always, had much to say about the noble families¡ªrumors of impending fallouts, royal disputes, and scandals.


    ¡°The Lui family owner is on the brink of bankruptcy!¡± one customer exclaimed.


    ¡°Poor thing! What¡¯s to become of him?¡± another added, shaking his head.


    ¡°Oh, and did you hear? The Crown Princess of Joseon passed away suddenly,¡± a third voice chimed in.


    ¡°Good riddance,¡± someone muttered. ¡°It¡¯s a curse that¡¯s followed the royal family for generations.¡±


    Qian LiAi, always eager for news, listened intently. He was quick to ask questions, his eyes sharp and his interest piqued.


    Suddenly, TianKe approached, his face set in a mock sternness. He grabbed Qian LiAi¡¯s ear and yanked it sharply.


    ¡°Ouch! Ow! That hurts!¡± Qian LiAi yelped, stumbling forward. He immediately cupped his ear once TianKe released him.


    TianKe smirked, his expression full of mischief. ¡°Stop eavesdropping on every piece of gossip, and get to work,¡± he ordered, his voice laced with teasing authority.


    Qian LiAi pouted, crossing his arms. ¡°I was just listening. There¡¯s always so much drama around here,¡± he muttered.


    Yun Yuhua giggled at the exchange, her eyes alight with amusement.


    ¡°You can all take a break tonight,¡± RuQi called from across the room, her voice warm. ¡°It¡¯s a quiet night, and the festival is close. Go and enjoy yourselves.¡±


    TianKe bowed respectfully. ¡°Thank you, Auntie. We¡¯ll go later. Don¡¯t worry about us,¡± he assured her.


    Yun Yuhua beamed, ¡°Yes, we¡¯ll help more now.¡±


    RuQi¡¯s gaze softened as she watched them, her heart filled with admiration. ¡°Such wonderful children,¡± she murmured, her voice full of affection.


    By nightfall, after serving the last customer, TianKe removed his apron, his shift complete. He made his way to join his siblings, and Qian LiAi immediately threw an arm around his neck, grinning widely.


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    ¡°Come on, Elder Brother! The festival awaits!¡± Qian LiAi cheered.


    Yun Yuhua followed behind, her eyes bright as lanterns twinkled in the distance. The market was alive with energy, the scent of sizzling food in the air and the sound of laughter echoing around them. As they walked, Yun Yuhua¡¯s gaze drifted toward a young girl standing beside her mother, the pair admiring a lantern.


    The mother raised the lantern, its light glowing softly. ¡°Is this one to your liking?¡± she asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s beautiful!¡± the girl exclaimed.


    The mother smiled, brushing a strand of hair from the girl¡¯s face. ¡°As beautiful as you, my precious one.¡±


    Yun Yuhua paused, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn¡¯t name¡ªa longing, a memory, or perhaps just admiration. She stood still, mesmerized, until the voice of Qian LiAi broke her from her reverie.


    ¡°Yuyu! Over here!¡± Qian LiAi called from the bridge.


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s face brightened instantly as she turned to him, her smile radiant. The man who had been watching her from a distance caught his breath, his eyes following her with admiration. But Yun Yuhua remained unaware, her focus solely on her brother. Together, they stepped onto the bridge, where the lanterns lit the water¡¯s surface below.


    TianKe handed Yun Yuhua a lantern, its intricate patterns of clouds and blossoms catching the light. ¡°Here,¡± he said softly, his voice gentle.


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s fingers traced the delicate design, a smile tugging at her lips. She understood why TianKe had chosen this one for her.


    ¡°Thank you, Ke Gege,¡± she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes.


    TianKe smiled, his hand resting gently on her head. ¡°Let¡¯s make a wish,¡± he said, his tone quiet and full of tenderness.


    Yun Yuhua lit the small flame inside the lantern, her eyes shining with quiet hope. TianKe and Qian LiAi followed suit, their lanterns flickering softly. Together, they closed their eyes, whispered their wishes, and released the lanterns into the night.


    The lanterns rose into the sky, like floating stars, their golden light illuminating the darkness. Yun Yuhua watched them go, a tear slipping down her cheek, her heart both light and heavy.


    From a distance, the man who had watched her from the crowd remained still, his gaze lingering on her quiet grace. His admiration, though unspoken, was clear.


    Just then, Qian LiAi playfully tugged TianKe aside, unknowingly pulling him away. Left alone, Yun Yuhua turned¡ªand locked eyes with the man. He was smiling, his gaze warm yet unreadable.


    For a brief moment, she froze, then composed herself, giving a modest nod. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.


    ¡°Miss, your wish seemed to carry great meaning¡­¡± His voice was uncertain, his words measured.


    Yun Yuhua let out a soft chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment.


    ¡°Hm¡­¡± She turned, preparing to walk toward her brothers.


    Before she could move any farther, the man reached out, stopping just short of touching her. His smile remained polite, though there was a trace of hope in it.


    ¡°May I ask your name?¡±


    Yun Yuhua hesitated, her expression unreadable. The question lingered, making the man shift uncomfortably. Realizing his forwardness, he quickly stepped back, his composure faltering.


    ¡°My apologies. I must take my leave,¡± Yun Yuhua said, her tone even, but distant.


    The man nodded immediately, stepping aside, offering a faint smile despite the rejection.


    "Pardon my boldness," he murmured, his voice softer now. "I only wished to say¡­ your smile is most beautiful."


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s fingers tightened around the fabric of her sleeve, a nervous giggle escaping her lips before she turned away.


    From a short distance, TianKe had been watching. His gaze flicked between Yun Yuhua and the stranger, his expression unreadable. Sensing her unease, he stepped forward.


    ¡°Yuyu.¡±


    She turned at the sound of her name, her posture relaxing slightly.


    ¡°Ke Gege.¡± Without hesitation, she walked toward him.


    At that moment, Qian LiAi passed by and caught sight of TianKe¡¯s face¡ªa composed expression that carried a quiet storm. Sensing the shift in the air, Qian LiAi¡¯s gaze followed Yun Yuhua¡¯s, landing on the man who had dared to ask her name.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± TianKe said, wrapping an arm around Yun Yuhua¡¯s back, holding her close as they navigated through the crowd.


    From behind, the man sighed, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.


    ¡°At the very least, I was able to witness a smile so radiant¡­¡± he murmured before turning away.


    Qian LiAi, still munching on his food, caught the look in TianKe¡¯s eyes¡ªhis gaze fixed firmly on Yun Yuhua, unreadable.


    ¡°What?¡± Qian LiAi asked, tilting his head.


    TianKe turned slightly, his expression darkening.


    ¡°She draws too much attention. A stranger, bold enough to approach her in the open¡­ I do not like it.¡±


    Qian LiAi froze mid-bite, his snack slipping from his grasp.


    ¡°What?! You mean to say that man was a scoundrel?!¡± He spun toward Yun Yuhua, eyes wide.


    Hearing their exchange, Yun Yuhua let out a soft laugh.


    ¡°Enough. He simply noticed my tears while I made my wish,¡± she said lightly.


    Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.


    ¡°No. He was absolutely attempting to charm you,¡± TianKe muttered, frustration evident in his voice.


    ¡°I do not approve! She is too young!¡± Qian LiAi declared, arms crossed firmly.


    TianKe furrowed his brow. ¡°Wait¡ªyou said you cried?¡±


    Qian LiAi¡¯s outburst halted as both of them turned to Yun Yuhua. She smiled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.


    ¡°I only wished¡­ for comfort and healing,¡± she admitted softly, her thoughts drifting to the mother and daughter she had seen earlier.


    TianKe studied her, his expression shifting from concern to understanding. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and enveloped her in a firm embrace.


    ¡°Mother would have been proud to see how beautiful and kind her daughter has become,¡± he murmured, fully grasping the silent sorrow she carried.


    A tear slipped down Yun Yuhua¡¯s cheek, then another. She buried her face against him, sobbing quietly.


    ¡°Mm¡­¡± she nodded, her voice barely a whisper.


    ¡°She is watching from above,¡± Qian LiAi added with certainty. Without another word, he wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close.


    TianKe exhaled, then opened his right arm, bringing Qian LiAi into the embrace as well. Under the lantern-lit sky, the three of them held each other, bound by love, memory, and the unspoken longing for the warmth of a mother¡¯s presence.


    ¡°We still have each other. As long as that remains true, Mother¡¯s love will never be in vain,¡± TianKe reminded them gently.


    Yun Yuhua and Qian LiAi nodded, their laughter soft yet full of warmth. The weight of sorrow lightened, if only for a moment.


    From a distance, RuQi watched them, a fond smile gracing her lips.


    ¡°XianLian, your children are beautiful¡ªinside and out¡­¡± she murmured. ¡°I pray your husband finds a way, that he may return and remain by their side. And may the misfortune that befell you never touch them¡­¡±


    TianKe returned to assist RuQi, while Yun Yuhua and Qian LiAi lingered outside, enjoying the lively marketplace in front of RuQi¡¯s inn.


    As the night deepened and the festival quieted, they made their way back. With practiced ease, they helped close the inn before retiring for the night.


    Meanwhile, the young man, still captivated by Yun Yuhua¡¯s smile, returned home. He passed through the main hall, his steps steady as he made his way toward his bedchamber.


    Before he could reach his room, a dignified madam stood at the entrance, her gaze sharp with quiet scrutiny.


    ¡°You have returned late¡­¡±


    ¡°Mother, I was merely enjoying the festival, as any villager would,¡± the young man replied.

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    "You must not follow in your father¡¯s footsteps!" the madam chided sharply, her disappointment evident. "He has already disgraced himself with his obsession and madness."


    The young man lowered his gaze, staring blankly at the floor, silently enduring his mother¡¯s scorn. He listened to her harsh words, feeling each one weigh on him, until they shifted from criticizing him to condemning his father. Once she finished, he quietly withdrew, washed up, and retired to his bed.


    Lying on his side, he exhaled slowly, a single thought lingering¡ªYun Yuhua¡¯s warm smile. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes, comforted by the memory before sleep claimed him.


    In the following days, the trio busied themselves helping RuQi at the inn. Customers came and went, their chatter filling the air. Much of the gossip revolved around the Lui household¡ªwhispers of its decline and the rumor that the son had poisoned his own father.


    Qian LiAi, ever curious, sat and listened intently to the gossip. Meanwhile, Yun Yuhua moved swiftly, delivering tea to the guests. As she turned to head toward the back, a familiar figure entered the inn¡ªthe young man from the Lantern Festival.


    Though she moved quickly past him, he recognized her at once. His eyes followed her, uncertainty flashing across his face. To confirm his thoughts, he turned slightly, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.


    Moments later, Yun Yuhua reemerged, carrying a tray of fresh ingredients. Seated at a nearby table, the young man fixed his gaze on her. When she noticed him, he quickly straightened, offering a somewhat awkward smile and a polite nod.


    Yun Yuhua hesitated but walked toward him with a composed smile. "How may I serve you today?" she asked courteously.


    The man exhaled in relief¡ªshe hadn¡¯t avoided him. "I would like to try one of the inn¡¯s specialties," he replied.


    Yun Yuhua let out a soft chuckle. "Our most popular dish is the fish bone broth," she suggested.


    The young man nodded. "Then I shall have that."


    With a graceful motion, Yun Yuhua noted the order before turning toward the kitchen. Once the dish was prepared, she returned and carefully placed it before him. ChengYi gazed at the steaming bowl, a soft smile gracing his lips.


    "Thank you..." He hesitated briefly, then added, "By the way, I never had the chance to learn your name. But you may call me ChengYi."


    Unlike before, he didn¡¯t press further, leaving the choice to her.


    Yun Yuhua blushed faintly, her smile carrying a hint of shyness. "I am Yun Yuhua," she replied with quiet grace.


    ChengYi¡¯s expression brightened. He repeated her name thoughtfully, his voice laced with admiration. "Yun Yuhua... A name as elegant as drifting clouds and as precious as jade. Truly beautiful."


    A deep blush crept onto Yun Yuhua¡¯s cheeks at his compliment. She quickly lowered her gaze. "Thank you," she murmured before turning away.


    ChengYi watched her for a brief moment before nodding to himself. With calm composure, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.


    After finishing his meal, ChengYi placed his payment neatly on the table and quietly exited the inn. He sensed that he may have unsettled Yun Yuhua, and so he chose not to linger.


    When she noticed his departure, Yun Yuhua approached his table, swiftly clearing the dishes before handing the payment to RuQi.


    "Who was the customer sitting there?" RuQi asked, glancing at the coins.


    "He said his name was ChengYi," Yun Yuhua replied with a small smile.


    RuQi furrowed her brows, her mind clearly turning. "ChengYi? Did he mention his surname?"


    "No, he only said to call him ChengYi," Yun Yuhua answered with a shrug.


    RuQi''s expression darkened slightly. An uneasy thought crossed her mind, but she said nothing. "I see... Good work."


    Yun Yuhua nodded and turned away, making her way to the back to assist TianKe.


    As night fell, the trio helped RuQi clean up the inn and prepare for bed. Yun Yuhua lay on her mat, her thoughts drifting to ChengYi. "He seemed... lonely," she murmured to herself, curiosity flickering in her mind. Shaking off the thought, she exhaled softly and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.


    A week passed. Yun Yuhua and her brothers remained in the village, exploring the bustling market and mingling with the townspeople. Their distinct physiques did not go unnoticed, drawing curious glances from the villagers.


    "Wow, Lady RuQi, you have such fine helpers," a woman remarked, her gaze lingering on TianKe as he emerged with dishes for the customers.


    RuQi smiled knowingly, aware that many of the women frequented the inn just to catch a glimpse of TianKe and Qian LiAi. "They are like my grandchildren," she replied warmly.


    TianKe turned to Yun Yuhua and grinned before taking her hand. "Let¡¯s visit the market soon!"


    Yun Yuhua beamed, about to exclaim in excitement, but TianKe hushed her with a chuckle. She giggled and nodded. "Okay!" she whispered back.


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    As evening settled over the market, the business slowed, and TianKe and Yun Yuhua saw an opportunity to slip out of the inn. They wandered through the market, browsing the stalls for something to buy.


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s eyes wandered over the various goods before they landed on a collection of delicate tassels. She paused, scanning the display for one that might appeal to Qian LiAi. Then, a glimmer of blue and gold caught her attention¡ªan elegant light blue tassel with golden accents. A smile spread across her face as she reached for it.


    Just as her fingers brushed the silky threads, another hand reached for the same tassel. She froze, glancing up to find herself face-to-face with ChengYi.


    Surprise flashed across his features, and he let out a nervous laugh. "Miss..." He dipped into a polite bow.


    Yun Yuhua smiled, returning the bow with equal grace. "ChengYi," she greeted him warmly.


    "Are you planning to buy this?" His voice was tentative, unsure.


    Yun Yuhua looked at the tassel, then raised her palm in a small, dismissive gesture. "You can have it," she offered.


    ChengYi chuckled awkwardly, his uncertainty evident. "You should take it... I only thought¡ª" He hesitated, searching for the right words.


    Yun Yuhua smiled gently. "It¡¯s fine. You can buy it. I¡¯ll find something else."


    Without another word, she turned and began to walk away. ChengYi hesitated, then, after a moment, hurried to pay for the tassel. He clutched it tightly in his hand and rushed to catch up.


    "Miss," he called, his voice laced with a quiet urgency. "If you truly want it, you can take it. The person I¡¯m giving it to... he wouldn¡¯t mind if I gave it away."


    There was an awkward, almost melancholic edge to his tone.


    Yun Yuhua stopped and turned to him, her gaze softening as she studied his face. "Keep it," she said kindly. "Maybe he¡¯ll like it¡­ You¡¯ll never know if you don¡¯t try."


    ChengYi stood still, looking at her for a long moment before his gaze dropped to the tassel in his hand. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "I¡­ thank you," he murmured, his voice still tinged with reluctance.


    Yun Yuhua nodded and smiled before turning away, heading back to TianKe, who was eagerly holding up a gleaming sword. "I think LiAi will like this!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement.


    Yun Yuhua glanced at the blade, then smiled and nodded. "Yes, I¡¯m sure he will."


    Behind them, ChengYi watched the pair, the effortless warmth between them catching his attention. There was an ease in their joy, a naturalness to it that he had never known. A twinge of envy twisted in his chest. He glanced down at the tassel, fingers running over the delicate embroidery as if it could somehow soothe the ache he felt.


    Without another word, he turned and walked away, the weight of his own solitude pressing against him.


    That evening, ChengYi arrived home and quietly placed the tassel before his father, HaoJian. The older man glanced up, his sharp eyes quickly assessing the situation.


    "What¡¯s this?" HaoJian¡¯s voice was firm, his tone carrying the unspoken weight of authority.


    ChengYi bowed halfway, hands clasped in front of him. "An early birthday gift, Father."


    HaoJian let out a heavy sigh, eyeing the tassel with disdain. "What use do I have for this? I stopped swordfighting long ago."


    ChengYi¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line, but the sting of rejection still hit him. He had expected this response, yet it didn¡¯t make it any easier.


    "I¡¯m sorry¡­ I¡¯ll return it," he murmured, reaching for it.


    HaoJian¡¯s hand shot out, snatching the tassel from his grasp with swift decisiveness. "It¡¯s fine. Just leave¡ªI¡¯m tired."


    ChengYi paused, then, without a word, turned and left the room.


    The next afternoon, ChengYi returned to the inn, slipping quietly inside and taking a seat near the door, where he could keep an eye on the back entrance. His presence didn¡¯t go unnoticed, and RuQi soon spotted him. She approached with an icy expression.


    "Are you Lui HaoJian¡¯s son?" Her voice was sharp, tinged with suspicion.


    ChengYi looked up, startled by the question. He nodded, though his heart beat with uncertainty. "Yes¡­ I am."


    RuQi¡¯s frown deepened. "What are you doing here? Have you forgotten how your father once cast me aside in the market?"


    ChengYi¡¯s face flushed with shame. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just then, Yun Yuhua appeared, hurrying over to them.


    "Auntie, is everything alright?" she asked, concern in her voice.


    RuQi turned to her, her expression hardening with old, painful memories. She shot a glance at ChengYi, her eyes dark with contempt. "Do not associate with him," she warned. "His father is a madman."


    Yun Yuhua looked from RuQi to ChengYi, whose gaze remained lowered, his body tense. Just then, TianKe and Qian LiAi entered, joining them.


    "Auntie, why would you say that?" Qian LiAi asked, confusion crossing his face.


    TianKe narrowed his eyes at ChengYi, recognition flaring before a scowl crossed his features. "You! You tried to flirt with my little meimei!" he accused, voice rising.


    Yun Yuhua stepped forward, putting a hand on TianKe¡¯s arm to steady him. "Enough!" she said, her voice firm. Then, turning to RuQi, she added, "Auntie, I think you''re overreacting."


    RuQi shot ChengYi one last glare before turning on her heel, storming off in anger. TianKe and Qian LiAi exchanged glances, their displeasure obvious. They sighed heavily before retreating to the back, leaving Yun Yuhua and ChengYi alone.


    ChengYi, still flushed, remained silent. Yun Yuhua exhaled and took a seat across from him.


    "I¡­ I¡¯m sorry," ChengYi stammered.


    Yun Yuhua reached across the table and gently placed her hand on his. He froze, looking up at her in surprise.


    "You¡¯re not your father," she said softly, her tone firm. "Auntie may resent him, but you are not responsible for his actions. You were born because of him, and that itself is a blessing."


    ChengYi¡¯s gaze dropped, and a wave of relief washed over him. For the first time, he didn¡¯t feel like a reflection of his father¡¯s mistakes. A small, grateful smile tugged at his lips. "Thank you¡­ for your kindness."


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s smile widened, her eyes bright with warmth. "Wait here," she said. "I¡¯ll treat you to a meal."


    ChengYi¡¯s eyes widened in panic. "I¡ªwait¡ª"


    Before he could protest, Yun Yuhua disappeared into the kitchen. He sat there, uncertain and a little lost.


    Twenty minutes later, she returned, holding a steaming dish. ChengYi stared at it, surprised.


    "This is my father¡¯s favorite dish," Yun Yuhua explained as she set it down. "My mother used to make it whenever he felt troubled. It always helped."


    ChengYi glanced between the dish and Yun Yuhua, a surge of warmth filling his chest. He picked up his chopsticks, smiling softly. "Thank you. I¡¯ll eat it well."


    Yun Yuhua nodded and walked off, leaving him to enjoy the meal in silence. In the corner, RuQi watched with her arms crossed, the conflict in her expression impossible to miss. Despite her disapproval, she couldn¡¯t ignore the quiet kindness Yun Yuhua showed.


    Though TianKe and Qian LiAi continued to disapprove of ChengYi¡¯s presence, they knew they couldn¡¯t stop Yun Yuhua from being kind. RuQi, however, remained wary, her eyes filled with lingering concern. Despite all her fears, she had to trust Yun Yuhua¡¯s judgment.


    ChengYi¡¯s visits to the inn continued, and with each one, he found himself drawn deeper into the warmth of Yun Yuhua¡¯s kindness. Though others still held their reservations, the bond between them only grew.

 Disgusting Revelation

    Despite the tense atmosphere at the Lui residence, ChengYi remained resilient. His mood always lightened in the presence of Yun Yuhua and her brothers, though RuQi still disapproved of his frequent visits. Reluctantly, RuQi allowed him to befriend them, though TianKe and Qian LiAi remained vigilant, ensuring ChengYi never crossed the line into becoming Yun Yuhua''s suitor. Yun Yuhua, however, was simply happy to see him grow more at ease. His laughter became more natural, no longer weighed down by the invisible burdens of his home life.


    Over the course of the year, ChengYi spent more time at the inn, finding solace from his mother¡¯s resentment and the constant arguments between his parents. He found refuge among Yun Yuhua and her brothers, who, despite their wariness at first, gradually saw the sadness that shadowed him. The three of them would often share drinks in the evenings, offering the companionship he had long been denied.


    One evening, as Yun Yuhua stepped outside to fetch a cup of water, she stumbled upon ChengYi sitting under the moonlight, his voice thick with sorrow as he sang softly. She approached him with a gentle smile.


    ¡°You should head to the guest room, Sir,¡± she said kindly.


    ChengYi looked up at her, his eyes glazed from alcohol, and a slurred chuckle escaped him. He wobbled to his feet.


    ¡°Miss Yun Yuhua¡­ You¡¯re the first person to treat me differently¡­ I like that,¡± he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.


    Yun Yuhua smiled softly, her curiosity piqued. ¡°And how does everyone else treat you?¡±


    ChengYi scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. ¡°They¡­ they treat me like I¡¯m a parasite.¡±


    Yun Yuhua¡¯s smile faltered, the word "parasite" heavy in the air. She sat beside him, her expression filled with empathy.


    ¡°That¡¯s cruel,¡± she murmured, her heart aching for him.


    ChengYi leaned his head on her shoulder, a faint smile pulling at his lips despite the sorrow in his eyes. ¡°It¡¯s okay... My mother resents me because I have my father¡¯s blood... and my father dislikes me because I have my mother¡¯s blood. I never thought anyone could like me until I met you and your brothers. You have such a warm and loving family¡­ I wish I had that.¡±


    Yun Yuhua gave him a faint smile. ¡°At least you get to see your parents. I grew up without a mother.¡±


    ChengYi turned to her, surprised. ¡°Oh... I heard... TianKe said someone hurt her¡­¡± He let out a heavy sigh. ¡°If I ever find out who it was, I swear I¡¯ll punch him¡ªwith your brothers.¡±


    Yun Yuhua chuckled softly, her tone gentle. ¡°Mister, you should go rest now. You¡¯ll have a hangover tomorrow. I¡¯ll prepare a remedy for you in the morning.¡±


    ChengYi smiled lazily, his eyes half-closed. ¡°Goodnight!¡± he waved, his gesture childlike and innocent. Yun Yuhua stood, watching his drunken state with a quiet amusement before she smiled warmly.


    ¡°Goodnight.¡±


    She returned to her quarters, finally taking her cup of water.


    The next morning, TianKe, Qian LiAi, and ChengYi groaned as they shuffled into the kitchen, heads throbbing from the night before. Yun Yuhua greeted them with a bright smile as she stirred a pot over the fire.


    ¡°Good morning, lads. Here are your remedies for the hangover,¡± she said cheerfully.


    Each of them took a cup of honey water, sipping slowly as the relief began to settle in.


    ¡°Thanks, Yuyu,¡± Qian LiAi muttered, still half asleep.


    Yun Yuhua nodded and continued preparing breakfast. As they finished their drinks, the three of them slumped into their seats, waiting for the food.


    ¡°We had too much yesterday,¡± TianKe groaned.


    Laughter filled the air, and soon RuQi entered, joining them for the meal. Yun Yuhua placed their breakfast in front of them, and after a brief moment of gratitude, they began to eat. Once they finished, they quickly got to work preparing the inn for opening.


    Meanwhile, at the Lui residence, ChengYi¡¯s mother fumed in frustration over his absence. She summoned her lady-in-waiting with a sharp command.


    ¡°Yes, madam?¡± the lady-in-waiting asked, bowing.


    ChengYi¡¯s mother exhaled sharply, irritation clear in her voice. ¡°Where has ChengYi been all night?¡±


    The lady-in-waiting lowered her head. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that he frequents an inn near the gates... He spends his time with the common folk.¡±


    The words struck a chord with ChengYi¡¯s mother. Her face contorted in anger as she slammed her hand against the table.


    ¡°Prepare the carriage. We¡¯re bringing my disgraceful son home,¡± she snapped.


    Without delay, they left for the inn. When they arrived, ChengYi¡¯s mother strode inside, her presence commanding immediate attention. The patrons of the inn, recognizing her, instinctively shrank away. It was clear¡ªshe had come for her son.


    ¡°Hello, what can I help you with?¡± Yun Yuhua called out, her tone polite as she approached.


    ChengYi¡¯s mother turned, and the moment their eyes met, her face twisted in shock. Her breath hitched, her eyes flickered with recognition, and her lips trembled with rage. The resemblance was unmistakable.


    ¡°You... Who are you?¡± she demanded, her voice cold and clipped.


    Yun Yuhua smiled politely and nodded. ¡°I¡¯m Yun Yuhua. I help Auntie run this inn.¡±


    ChengYi¡¯s mother looked away, a wave of discomfort washing over her. She knew XianLian was long gone, yet the sight of Yun Yuhua unsettled her more than she cared to admit¡ªa ghost from the past, standing before her.


    ¡°I... I forgot something at home,¡± she stammered, quickly turning to leave.


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    Yun Yuhua watched her go, the weight of the moment sinking in. She simply bowed in farewell, her expression serene.


    Outside, ChengYi¡¯s mother stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on the inn¡¯s sign. Her blood ran cold.


    ¡°The exact same place...¡± she thought, before storming back home.


    Moments later, ChengYi returned to the residence. As he stepped inside, he looked around for signs of his mother. She hadn¡¯t arrived yet, but he knew she would be soon. The steward approached him, a concerned look on his face.


    ¡°Where¡¯s Mother?¡± ChengYi asked.


    The steward frowned slightly. ¡°She went to get you¡­¡±


    ChengYi¡¯s brow furrowed. ¡°Well... I¡¯m home now.¡±


    The steward¡¯s gaze shifted past ChengYi¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Madam is arriving.¡±


    ChengYi turned just in time to see his mother entering. Her face was pale, worry etched across her features. But as soon as her eyes fell on him, her expression morphed into one of fury. Without warning, she struck him across the face.


    ¡°Madam!?¡± the servants gasped in shock.


    ChengYi staggered back, his cheek stinging as he looked at her in disbelief. ¡°What was that for, Mother?¡±


    She glared at him, her hands shaking, her eyes filled with unspoken anger.


    ¡°Who was that woman at the inn?¡± she demanded, her voice seething with venom.


    ChengYi¡¯s confusion deepened. He searched his mind until realization dawned¡ªshe meant Yun Yuhua. A wave of unease washed over him.


    ¡°She¡¯s just a friend,¡± he said carefully, the concern creeping into his voice. ¡°Did you... hurt her?¡± His words held a hint of worry.


    His mother¡¯s eyes narrowed, her fury intensifying. ¡°How dare you think of your mother as someone ruthless?¡± she snapped.


    ChengYi met her gaze, unflinching. His eyes burned with emotions left unsaid. But eventually, he relented¡ªhe wanted to be a good son.


    ¡°Mother... I was wrong. I let my emotions get the best of me,¡± he murmured quietly.


    ChengYi¡¯s mother could no longer bear to look at him. With a sharp, frustrated motion, she stormed off to her quarters. Her lady-in-waiting quickly followed, bowing respectfully as she trailed behind.


    "Madam, I believe Young Master did not mean to¡ª"


    "Why?!" ChengYi''s mother¡¯s voice shook with anger, cutting off her lady-in-waiting. "Why did she have to resemble that girl HaoJian was so obsessed with?!"


    Unbeknownst to her, HaoJian had been passing by. At the mention of his name, he froze outside the window, narrowing his eyes as he eavesdropped.


    "Someone who looks like XianLian?" he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.


    "She even works at that same cursed place..." ChengYi¡¯s mother spat bitterly. "The very same place where that girl used to work!"


    The lady-in-waiting paled, anxiety creeping into her voice. "Madam, please, if Master hears you, he¡¯ll¡ª"


    But it was too late. HaoJian¡¯s lips curled into a dark, knowing smirk. He had heard enough.


    "I just don¡¯t want my son to become like his father..." ChengYi¡¯s mother groaned, her voice laden with regret.


    HaoJian turned on his heel, his expression unreadable. With purposeful strides, he left the residence, his destination clear.


    Across the bustling market, HaoJian found a place in the shadows, his gaze fixed intently on the inn.


    "Yuyu, the dish is ready!" TianKe¡¯s voice rang out cheerfully.


    Yun Yuhua stepped into view, her radiant smile lighting up the scene. She walked toward the back of the inn, blissfully unaware of the eyes on her.


    And then HaoJian saw her.


    His breath caught, and the world around him blurred. There she stood¡ªyoung, radiant, a vision torn from the depths of his memories. Sunlight caught in her hair, weaving golden strands, and her laughter carried on the breeze just as it had years ago. His heart clenched painfully.


    The resemblance was undeniable.


    XianLian.


    No... not XianLian. But close enough.


    The sight of her stirred something deep within him¡ªa dangerous, intoxicating feeling.


    "XianLian..." HaoJian whispered, his voice barely audible, heavy with a twisted longing. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips, his gaze darkening with a sickening hunger as he fixated on Yun Yuhua.


    For the rest of the day, HaoJian lingered in the shadows, unseen, a predator watching his prey. Silent, unmoving, he reveled in the sight of the girl who wore XianLian¡¯s face.


    As dusk fell and the market grew quiet, Yun Yuhua closed the inn for the night. Lanterns flickered, casting dancing shadows on the wooden frame. She stepped forward, her hands gently pressing the doors shut. But just before she sealed the night away, an uneasy feeling tugged at her senses. She lifted her gaze.


    There he stood¡ªacross the market. Still as death. Staring.


    A cold, creeping unease settled in her stomach. Her fingers tightened around the doorframe, and her spine prickled with an unnameable fear. But instead of confronting the presence, she merely nodded¡ªpolite but hesitant¡ªbefore closing the doors, shutting the night out.


    HaoJian¡¯s smile widened, eerie and cold.


    At last...


    The years had been cruel. But fate¡ªoh, fate¡ªhad been merciful. He had waited. And now, she had returned to him.


    Later that evening, HaoJian returned home. Yet, he rose early the next morning, consumed by a singular thought. Without delay, he summoned ChengYi. Upon hearing of his father¡¯s summons, ChengYi hurried to the study.


    "Father," ChengYi greeted, bowing deeply.


    HaoJian nodded, gesturing to the seat before him. ChengYi hesitated, sensing the weight of something unsaid in the air.


    "ChengYi¡­ have you set your heart on someone?" HaoJian asked, his voice flat, almost casual.


    ChengYi stiffened. His throat tightened. He knew his father too well¡ªthere was always a purpose behind such questions.


    "I¡­ I do," ChengYi admitted carefully, his voice cautious.


    A slow smirk curled at the corner of HaoJian¡¯s lips.


    "If that is so, bring her here. A man of honor does not hesitate in matters of the heart. Show her to us," he insisted, his tone commanding.


    ChengYi lowered his gaze, uneasy.


    "Father¡­ I do not wish to impose on her if it is not her desire," he said firmly, his resolve growing.


    HaoJian¡¯s expression soured immediately.


    "What nonsense is this? Are you truly so weak-willed?" he scoffed.


    ChengYi swallowed the frustration rising in his chest. He kept his voice steady.


    "I admire her from afar. Her wishes are my highest respect. She is content with her family¡ªI would not be so selfish as to disrupt that," ChengYi answered, his tone unwavering.


    HaoJian slammed his palm down on the table, the sound sharp and resonant, echoing through the room.


    "What foolishness! A man shapes his destiny; he does not wait for it to come to him!" he barked, his voice low with anger.


    ChengYi¡¯s spine straightened, cold dread creeping over him at the eerie conviction in his father¡¯s voice. Wordlessly, he rose, bowing quickly.


    "I have matters to attend to," ChengYi said, turning to leave.


    "What a useless, weak child," HaoJian muttered darkly to himself. "A chance stands before him, with my approval¡ªyet he falters... unlike what was denied to me..."


    ChengYi stormed out of the Lui residence, desperate to escape his father¡¯s suffocating presence. His eyes lingered on the inn for a brief moment, but hesitation rooted him in place. The fear of bringing trouble to those he cared about crept up his spine. He swallowed hard, his chest tight with unease.


    Turning away, he took a step to leave, hoping the distance would shield them from his family¡¯s shadow.


    But before he could vanish, Qian LiAi spotted him. He instinctively reached out, his lips parting to call ChengYi¡¯s name¡ªbut the words never left his mouth. ChengYi was already gone, lost in the crowds.


    ChengYi wandered aimlessly until he reached the river¡¯s edge. The cool wind kissed his face, mirroring the turmoil roiling inside him. He stood there, staring at the water, as if searching for answers. How could he face parents who refused to listen to reason?