The Chancellor's Legitimate Daughter

She had given her heart to the moon, only for the moon to shine on a ditch. Ten years of devotion had not won her even a fleeting glance from him. It turned out that when love was not returned, no number of lifetimes could make it blossom. As she lay dying, his voice echoed faintly in her ears: “Li’er, when spring comes next year, would you brew me another jug of pear blossom wine?” A tear slipped down her cheek. Summoning the last of her strength, she whispered, “All right.” The day she died was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Sitting beneath the long steps of Weiyang Palace, he suddenly remembered that Mid-Autumn night when she had descended from the heavens like a graceful fairy, her gaze hazy as she called him Jingye. Her soft words had carried the faint fragrance of pear blossoms…