A lovesick, obsessive princess x a fallen, aloof empress
"You're my prisoner. You have to live to be a hundred," Su Wan said sweetly.
"Creak."
Su Wan opened the basement door and walked inside.
The young woman had skin as pale and luminous as jade, as pure and smooth as white porcelain. Her bright beauty seemed to glow.
"Sister-in-law, do you know what the acacia flower symbolizes?" Su Wan rested her chin in her hand, gazing dreamily at the woman bound in chains.
"Insolence. I am your imperial sister-in-law." Dong Jing frowned.
Su Wan looked at those beautiful brows drawn tightly together and gently reached out to smooth them.
"Hidden love, teehee." The girl's voice was clear, her gentle tone carrying a hint of seduction.
She bent down, perhaps for the first time,
and clumsily kissed the tears still clinging to the other's eyelashes.
One soft, lingering kiss after another, tender and affectionate.
"This is a disgrace beyond words."
"Sister-in-law, I love you." She smiled brightly at her, hooked an arm around her neck, and slowly drew close, whispering in Dong Jing's ear.
On Dong Jing's birthday, Su Wan asked what she wished for. She said she wanted peace throughout the land and a prosperous, peaceful country.
Su Wan's eyes darkened. Ever since her imperial brother took the throne, wars had been frequent and taxes burdensome. The people had long been displeased.
If she wanted peace throughout the land, then Su Wan would seize the throne.
If it made her happy, Su Wan would give her even her life. What was a whole empire worth?
In the sixth year of Changshu, Princess Yongjia usurped the throne, changed the country's name to Changjing, and declared herself Emperor Jianing.
Although a woman had taken the throne, under her rule the people lived in peace and prosperity, with no complaints.
She made Dong Jing empress and gave her the title Duanning.
In the first year of Changjing, Empress Duanning died of illness.
"A Jing, the pear blossoms are in bloom. The land is at peace, but without you, it still feels lonely."
Su Wan looked at the pear blossoms in the courtyard. They were neither delicate nor seductive, but pure and cool, with a lingering fragrance.
Her hair loose, she laughed softly. "A Jing, these pear blossoms really are like you."
It was strange. An ordinary woman with her hair down might look a little foolish, but on her, it was utterly alluring, without the slightest trace of dishevelment.
It made one feel that only women with their hair down could truly be called beauties.
"A Jing, I'm coming to find you."
Beneath the pear tree, white petals filled the sky, carrying endless longing and love.
A beautiful woman, a vibrant bloom withering away, and longing growing all around her.
Forsaking the spring, she would search for her old love in the underworld.
Theme: A love that could never be spoken, even until death
