(Two male leads, palace intrigue in an imaginary setting, younger man, seme POV, tragic ending.)
“I repay the favor you bestowed upon me at the Golden Terrace; I raise my jade-inlaid sword and die for you.”
A sudden late-spring cold snap swept in during the night. Snow lay thick on the willows outside the courtyard and across the eaves.
Wei Yan’s consciousness grew hazier by the moment. Blood had soaked half his robe, but he still clung to his last breath, wanting to say goodbye to Liang Qi.
In Wei Yan’s eyes, Liang Qi’s figure grew ever clearer. He looked up at that silhouette and murmured, “Rongchuan, even without me… you must live well.”
At daybreak, weighed down by bitterness and regret, he let his hand fall helplessly and breathed his last.
To the very end, Wei Yan never knew that Liang Qi had never heard those words.
When Liang Qi came looking for him, the brazier had gone out at some point, and the bedchamber was bitterly cold.
In the end, this snowfall could not keep the person Liang Qi wanted to stay.
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"The History of Yunshang records: The queen, of the Wei clan, met the king in the spring of the third month and also died in the spring of the third month. The king was overcome with grief, dismissed court for seven days, and the entire nation wore mourning white."
