A Peach Blossom Dream
In the first year of Yuanshou, in the third month, the peach blossoms in Chang'an bloomed more brilliantly than ever. Especially at the place beside Shanglin Park where Dongfang Shuo had built his thatched hut, the hundred peach trees he had planted himself bloomed like rosy clouds. Empress Wei Zifu, dressed in splendid robes, stood beneath the trees, more radiant than the blossoms, smiling as she watched her seven-year-old son, Liu Ju, play beneath them.
Emperor Wu of Han had fathered a son in his prime, and that son was born to the consort he loved. His affection for Liu Ju was unprecedented. Not long ago, he had also named him crown prince. Such boundless favor was bound to invite envy, and Wei Zifu felt a vague unease.
"Sir, His Majesty is still in his prime, and Ju'er is only seven, yet he has already become crown prince. But the world is unpredictable. Can his position as crown prince last?" At last, she quietly asked the young man beside her, Dongfang Shuo.
"Since Your Majesty knows the world is unpredictable, why..."
"I trust you. I only want to know whether Ju'er will live safely to old age." Wei Zifu hurriedly interrupted him, her voice low and solemn. "Mr. Dongfang, you are the person in the Han Empire most able to glimpse the future. You once told me I could become empress, and I truly did, didn't I?"
"But the Crown Prince's fate is ordained by Heaven." Dongfang Shuo let out a long sigh. "Rest assured, Your Majesty. You will not live to see the day the Crown Prince meets a violent end."
"Really?" Delighted by Dongfang Shuo's promise, Wei Zifu hurried to her son's side and gently drew him into her arms. Her exquisite smile bloomed, like a dream filled with peach blossoms. Yet she did not know that Dongfang Shuo, standing behind her, wore a sorrowful expression. He could not bring himself to tell her that she would not see the day the Crown Prince met a violent end because by then, she too would already be dead...
Theme:
The fan's imagination breaks through the sky It's pitiful that my ruthless prince was shaped like this Such a stupid person should be the kind of Jiao Niangniang
Why don't you write a long story? . . In fact, the story structure is quite good. Although it is relatively sad, the wording throughout is very exquisite, but the progress is too fast. In the end, only one woman remembered the obsession of the other woman; neither master nor disciple had complete love. One loved so passionately that he hurt himself, and even his lover did not dare to look back. The other did not dare to love when he was beside his lover's pillow, and struggled a lot.
This chapter was reviewed by me. I was very excited when I read it. I specially looked for it to read the full text. It's so short. Please read the next chapter. Good luck~~