The man took advantage of her in a drunken stupor amidst a sea of flowers, however, the very next day, he wedded another woman... All she wanted was to live a humble life, but she was helplessly embroiled in a struggle for power. Her child was lost, following his brutal actions one night, the sheets stained red with her blood, painting her eyes red... She pleaded, kneeling before him, with a heart as cold as ashes, she yearned to escape from the palace. But, she was thrusted once more into another scheme... She lived in fear that she might never be free all her lifetime. If loving someone was this exhausting, perhaps she'd dare to wish that for all of her life she had never been loved, never loved that man...
Amidst the continuous warfare, the common people were displaced and the world was in chaos - words that seemingly had nothing to do with the imperial palace.
In the Zi Che Kingdom, during the eleventh year of Rui Feng, the crown prince Yu Wen Jincheng was getting married. The entire country was in jubilation, as if cheerfulness could mend everyone's wounds. The nation's love for the color red seemingly surpassed the stark pain of the losses endured.
Red lanterns, red silk ribbons, red quilts, and red walls; even the palace maids had rosy cheeks. They busied themselves within the palace, their faces filled with joy, almost as if they were all the brides themselves.
However, there's a saying that one man's happiness is another man's sorrow. Predictably, Eunuch Yong, who was in charge of the banquet's guests, stood outside the main hall of the Zhuanxuan Palace with a look of worry. Hands clenched, he trembled slightly as his gaze swept over the hall's decorations. Occasionally, he would glance over to the entrance, as if waiting for someone.
Soon, a young eunuch rushed in from outside. He was about to greet Eunuch Yong but was interrupted by the latter.
"Do we have any news?"
The young eunuch was taken aback by Eunuch Yong's anxious expression, quickly shaking his head without daring to meet his gaze.
Eunuch Yong's heart sank, and he nearly stumbled onto the floor, saved only by the quick reflexes of the young eunuch.
This was a disaster! On the day of the crown prince's wedding, the seventh prince, Yu Wen Jian, was nowhere to be found. Although the seventh prince was known for his wanderings, a few more young eunuchs sent in search for him usually found him. However, today, he was nowhere to be found.
Eunuch Yong, leaning on a pillar, found the strength to stand up and with a nod, dismissed the young eunuch to continue the search. The mere thought of Empress Yan's face was enough to send shivers down his spine, causing him to break out into a cold sweat.
As the golden hue of early dusk melded with the night, Eunuch Yong, like a wife waiting for her husband's return, stretched his neck, waiting for news outside the main hall of the Zhuanxuan Palace. As the wedding ceremony approached, Eunuch Yong could no longer stay composed. He quickly gathered a few eunuchs and maids who were done with their tasks, instructing them to search across all palaces and gardens.
"Today, we must find the seventh prince, even if it means digging three feet into the ground, otherwise, none of us will escape punishment!"
Upon hearing his words, everyone hastily scattered, cautiously searching for the seventh prince.
No one could have guessed where the seventh prince had disappeared to, let alone consider searching in the laundry area - where it was bustling during the day and deserted at night.
The Laundry Bureau used to be eerily quiet at night, but tonight, faint sighs echoing in the adjacent garden continue throughout the night.
The dark night is too heavy. Through the dense woods, in a sea of flowers, the night seems to be blended with the fragrance. It feels like a delicate veil loosely placed on the young girl's snowy arms, emitting tempting radiance.
Her raven hair scattered on the ground, amplifying the smoothness and whiteness of her skin, like the sheen of a pearl. Irresistibly drawing you closer, just to catch a whiff of her scent. The man's ambiguous yet indecipherable gaze finally faltered on the young girl. As the whimpering sound faded, a clear tear rolled down her cheek, gleaming like a luminous pearl under the moonlight, secretly lost in the long night.
However, the girl knew he was just drunk, mistaking her for someone else. Hence, she stealthily ran away.
Later, when Eunuch Yong came looking, he only saw half of the yard's flowers crushed. A man, leaning against a banyan tree under the moonlight, lost in a dazed state as if savoring a memory. His clothes hung carelessly on his body, the rouge on his face had yet to completely fade, and the shards of a broken skirt on the ground seemed to subtly hint at what had just happened.