Mo Yunhan

In an era of male superiority and female subordination, where people were steeped in feudalism, they refused to be troubled by rumors and escaped the constraints of convention. But a massive conspiracy ensnared them, destroying a happiness that should have been theirs.

"You're a woman too. How can you marry me?"

"I'm just a courtesan. How could I ever presume to marry Your Highness, who stands above everyone but the emperor?" Xiansheng's eyes were hazy, yet she still remembered to flatter the person before her.

"Miss Xian, I've told you before: the fish that Jiang Taigong catches are the ones willing to take the bait." Yuan Zijin's fingers traced Xiansheng's brows and eyes, then slid down her neck. The cold touch sent a shiver through Xiansheng, making her tremble.

Yuan Zijin pressed her advantage, looking at the person before her with glistening eyes. Xiansheng couldn't read her heart. "Are you afraid of me? Your features really do resemble mine. I want to possess you."

She dared not hope for anyone to give her freedom and a safe place to live. She only wished they could share each year and each day, bound by the same guilt, and that she would never have to suffer another humiliation.

Afterward, Yuan Zijin really did buy her freedom. Looking down into her eyes, she asked with an inscrutable expression, "Do you want to enjoy power?"

Later, she really did fall in love with the person before her, something she had never dared hope for in this life.

But she didn't know that what lay before her was an even deeper abyss, a greater conspiracy. Later, standing before her grave, Yuan Zijin left only one sentence: "Perhaps you, too, would be saddened by the dishonesty of the one you love."

Looking back, after arriving at the palace, Xiansheng sat in her bedchamber, her eyes full of contempt and coldness. "What a useless fool." Gu Ximu, the daughter of a military commander, repeatedly kowtowed. Xiansheng said, "Raise your head." Gu Ximu lifted her face. "What a lovely face. How about I peel it off? You're nothing but the lowly daughter of a military commander, a sword spirit from another world. How dare you alter the fate of the nation on your own, just because you can see the future? Tell me, how should I punish you?"

The commander's daughter dared not defy authority. "I wouldn't dare." Again and again, she provoked others, trying to instigate conflict between nations.

Later, both lost their power. Xiansheng never saw Yuan Zijin again, not even on her deathbed, and never said that they had loved each other. Yuan Zijin survived the chaos of war, but lived with regrets for the rest of her life...

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