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War rages on, civilians flee their homes, the world is in chaos. Such words seem to have little to do with the palace. 。In the year of prosperity, during the reign of Emperor Zi Che (子车), Crown Prince Yu Wen Jin Chen (宇文瑾辰) celebrated his grand wedding. 。National celebration, the festive atmosphere seemed like a panacea for everyone's pain. People’s joy in red was as if it had eclipsed the stark white of their grief. 。Red lanterns, red sashes, red bedding, red bricks and red walls, even the palace maids had rosy cheeks. They bustled about in the palace, each face beaming with joy. You'd think they were all getting married! 。But, as the saying goes, there is always joy and sorrow in everything. 。This is not a good situation. Yung Gonggong, the one responsible for entertaining the guests at this banquet, stood outside the main hall of Zhuang Xuan Palace with a worried expression. His hands clasped together trembled constantly as he looked around at the decorations of Zhuang Xuan Palace. Occasionally, he would glance at the entrance, as if waiting for someone. 。 Not long after, a young eunuch ran in from outside in a hurry. He saw Eunuch Yong and was about to bow when he was interrupted. He hastily asked 。But, is there any news? The young eunuch was startled by Yong Gonggong's gaze and shook his head hurriedly, not daring to look up at him. 。Yong Gonggong almost didn't stand firm for a moment and almost fell to the ground. Luckily, that little eunuch was quick-witted and quickly caught him. 。It's over, it's over! On the wedding day of the crown prince, the seventh prince, Yuwen Jian, was nowhere to be found. Although this seventh prince usually roamed around, several eunuchs could still find him. But today, for some reason, he couldn't be found no matter what! Yong Gonggong supported himself on his cane and stood up, turning back to gesture for the young eunuch to continue searching. 。He just thought of Empress Yan's face, and his heart suddenly felt overwhelmed. He broke out in a cold sweat. 。As dusk approached, a faint golden hue gently ushered in the night. 。Master Yong, looking like a stone statue, stretched his neck and waited outside the main hall of Zhuangxuan Palace. As the betrothal ceremony drew closer, Master Yong could no longer sit still. He summoned several eunuchs and palace maids who had just finished their work, instructing them to search for 。Today, we have to dig three feet into the ground to find the seventh prince. Otherwise, we'll all be in trouble!Hearing this, everyone scattered hurriedly, carefully lifting their heads to look for the seventh prince. 。No one could guess where the Seventh Prince had gone, and even fewer would dare to visit the bustling daytime and desolate night-time laundry house looking for him. 。In the past, when night fell upon the washroom, an eerie silence would descend. But tonight, even the faintest sounds from the garden beside the washroom persisted throughout the entire night. 。The night was thick and heavy, separating itself from the lush foliage deep within. In a sea of flowers, the night seemed to be infused with fragrance, like a thin veil draped over the pure white arms of an lotus flower, emanating a faint glow. 。The green sprawled on the ground, setting off his skin even whiter, like the luster of a pearl. It made one want to lean in and smell its fragrance. The man's eyes held an indescribable ambiguity, finally landing on her lips. With a soft moan, a tear rolled down his cheek, glittering like a pearl under the moonlight as it silently fell into the long night. 。But, knowing he was just drunk and treating himself as someone else, she ran away. 。Later, when Yong Gonggong arrived, he only saw half of the courtyard's flowers knocked over. A man leaned against a banyan tree under the moon, his eyes glazed over as if reminiscing about something. 。His clothes hung carelessly upon him, the flush on his face hadn't fully subsided, and the few shattered shards of pottery on the ground seemed to hint at what had just transpired. 。 |
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