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"I want him."
Indeed, falling in love with one's own father, one cannot suppress their own son. Jinse frowned, her life was truly difficult.
"Jinse, don't be sad," Fengyin patted Jinse's back, comforting her.
"I miss him a bit," Jinse twisted her handkerchief. "My father..." Jinse suddenly fell silent; after all, he was her father, and it was inappropriate to speak of it this way. She could only bite her silver teeth in silence, determined to bury this matter deep in her heart and never mention it again.
"Yin Yin, you don't need to worry about me. What the Seven Night Demon Lord said is true; this is just losing oneself. I know I shouldn't, but I will slowly find my way back," Jinse said lightly, her thoughts drifting away once more.
"Why do people clearly know yet still fall under control?" Fengyin asked, somewhat confused. First Mel, who knew she was entangled in demonic influence but still fell in love with He Huan again; now it was Jinse, who knew she was bewitched by Ying Wuxie's magic yet couldn't escape those feelings.
If these things happened to herself, how helpless would that be? What about Hibiscus? How would that be? The world is unpredictable; she dared not think further.
"Alright, I'm fine now." Jinse smiled and then exchanged handkerchiefs with Fengyin; this was a testament to their heartfelt connection.
Fengyin and Jinse slept side by side. At that moment, no one knew what dreams Jinse was having; anyway, she dreamt of the past and the intricate chess game.
Meanwhile, in the capital, Xuan Li was flipping through the plaques sent by the steward eunuch in the Imperial Study. Each plaque had a woman's name engraved on the back. Xuan Li opened one of them; it read Poppy.
"Poppy truly is the most beautiful in the palace, unmatched by anyone," the eunuch said softly beside him.
"How so?" Xuan Li put down the plaque and asked in a deep voice.
"I spoke too much; I am very afraid. Please punish me, Your Majesty." The eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Discussing matters of the harem was a grave offense; he felt reckless and couldn't help but regret his words.
"Go to the inner court and plead for forgiveness," Xuan Li said as he flipped open another plaque, which also bore Poppy's name. "Impudent," Xuan Li said coldly.
The steward eunuch lay limp on the ground. According to palace rules, the emperor only flipped plaques once each night to avoid rumors of indulgence in sensuality. Unfortunately, today Xuan Li had little interest in visiting the various palaces and unexpectedly discovered this secret beneath the plaques.
There were dozens of small wooden plaques neatly stacked here, all bearing Poppy's name. This woman truly had a cunning mind. Xuan Li snorted coldly, and his guards dragged away the eunuch who lay helplessly on the ground.
Poppy turned back to the desk and sat quietly. Sometimes, just sitting there in silence felt peaceful; time flowed gently, and the years passed quietly. Loneliness could sometimes be a form of enjoyment. For an emperor, the fleeting noise of life was merely routine.
"Beauty, Xiao Anzi has arrived." A palace maid with her hair styled in twin buns lit the palace lanterns, followed by a small eunuch.
"Mm." The woman on the beauty couch had delicate eyebrows and fair skin like jade. Though she wore luxurious clothing, she did not exude an air of nobility; instead, her pure and charming appearance, graceful figure, and slightly upturned cherry lips were quite endearing.
"Servant pays respects to the beauty." Xiao Anzi prostrated on the ground, trembling visibly, indicating that this alluring beauty held significant power.
"Get up and speak. What is the urgent matter?" Poppy did not even lift her eyelids as she spoke lightly.
"Beauty, the steward has been executed."
Executed meant that Long En, favored by the emperor, allowed a subordinate who made mistakes to take their own life while leaving their body intact. However, as a eunuch, he would likely never have a complete corpse.
"Leave." The woman on the couch spoke softly, maintaining her gentle demeanor without any other emotions. After dismissing her attendants, she sighed deeply. The heart of the Sovereign was hard to fathom; this silent slap was truly a mix of grace and authority.
"The emperor is keeping quiet while striking hard—this is a warning to others. Such temperament is truly that of a dragon among men," Poppy murmured. With such an emperor as her husband, was it joy or sorrow?
She then placed her hand over her heart. She realized she had made a mistake; having just entered the palace, seeking an advantage was certainly good, but with this calamity looming over her, she couldn't help but furrow her brows. She ordered Concubine to lock the palace gates, "Dismiss the palace guards and eunuchs; leave only two loyal ones behind. The rest should go to the Internal Affairs Bureau and wait for assignments."
By locking the palace gates, her place would become like a cold palace from then on.
For those in the harem, if the emperor grew displeased, he would confine them to their quarters and no longer visit them. Losing the emperor's favor naturally led to becoming part of the cold palace. Thus, the cold palace was not merely a physical space but existed in the emperor's heart. Poppy knew that once this matter was exposed, the emperor would surely fly into a rage. To secure her position in this harem, she could only observe carefully and wait for an opportunity.
"Report to the emperor; Eunuch Ma has something to report." Xuan Li lifted his head from his book. A small eunuch in court was bowing low while waiting with a book in hand.
The Concubine holding the lantern presented the book to Xuan Li, who glanced at it and tossed it aside. "Such trivial matters do not require my attention."
The book contained information about all sizes of Concubine, eunuchs, and guards in Poppy's palace being reassigned by the Internal Affairs Bureau, specifically sent for Xuan Li to glance over.
"Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and should not be disturbed over this matter. However, regarding this beauty's situation, only you can make decisions; it is Lord Li from the Internal Affairs Bureau who asked me to present it for your review." With no one in charge of these matters in the harem, who else could take responsibility for such issues?
The Queen? Like Mother Empress?
To possess the world yet remain unaware of a daughter's heart.
In the embrace of warm jade, what sorrowful thoughts linger? How many men in this world can truly understand?
Whose dream is it, and who is calling softly?
While everyone else is lost in sweet dreams, in the night of the Western Desert, a solitary figure stands. Who could that be?
The Western Desert of Ximing appears to be a tranquil and peaceful land, yet it is fraught with danger. Unlike the southern regions where masters abound, this place is sparsely populated, and all dangers are unknown. Various eccentricities dwell here, along with countless rare treasures; it can be said to be a land where peril and opportunity coexist.
At this moment, the blazing sun hangs high in the sky, and golden grains of sand shimmer under its light. The wind and sand in the desert are so fierce that once a person passes through, their footprints vanish, swallowed by the shifting sands.
After walking for an entire day and night in this desert, devoid of stars or human presence, even an otherworldly figure becomes dusty and exhausted. The scorching sand blows into their eyes, searing against their skin, while the relentless sun continues to bake them. They must be cautious of the quicksand beneath their feet; danger lurks everywhere, and one misstep could lead to being buried in the swirling sands.
Three days and nights have passed; this desert seems endless. In this vast expanse, only the dull yellow sand remains. No longer does it appear ethereal; the gentle face is now covered with stubble, beads of sweat rolling down bronze skin. Their hair has come undone, flowing in the wind. With nothing on them, behind each dune lies another dune—how many more can they cross?
Yet still, with unwavering determination in their gaze, they press forward. On the seventh day, utterly exhausted and devoid of strength, perhaps this endless yellow sand has claimed their unrecognized bones. A faint smile lingers at the corner of their mouth as they reminisce about those days when peach blossoms bloomed—everything was serene and beautiful.
The peach trees are vibrant and radiant; as he returns home, he thinks of his family.
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