[Fragile, lowly beauty like a blade of grass × aloof, devoted moon] [The powerful one bows their head]
Blurb:
Shen Qingli was the illegitimate daughter of the Shen family, so lowly she was beneath notice. Only her wet nurse, Liu, truly cared for her. When she was fourteen, she caught Prince Qi's eye at her grandfather's birthday banquet. Half a month later, under the guise of an acknowledged legitimate daughter, she became a blade aimed at her own family.
For three years, she served as a pawn, offering her loyalty and, eventually, her heart. She dressed for their rendezvous at the summit, only to be met with the icy calculation in Prince Qi's eyes. That night, she returned home in a daze, and her wet nurse set the Shen residence ablaze.
Burdened with the crime of arson, she had already given up on life. Just as Prince Qi's sword pressed against her throat
Cui Yan came striding through the moonlight.
She looked up as though she had seen a spring terrace, trembling as she clung to this cold "moonlight" and sobbed, "Cousin..."
In the name of "protection" and "investigating the case," he confined her to a villa in the suburbs.
When the truth first emerged, she thought she would finally be free. But he tapped the evidence she had presented and frowned. "This evidence is flawed. Only I can give you the vindication you seek."
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Cui Yan upheld the integrity of pine and bamboo, held the reins of power, and was the coldest gleam on the century-old jade disc of the Qinghe Cui clan.
The world looked up to him as a lone moon suspended over a courtyard and feared the strokes of his pen, which could decide a person's fate.
On the night the Shen family fell, he saw through her tearful accusations and delivered his verdict:
"You have one year. If you cannot prove your innocence, I will personally send you to your death."
She lowered her head and accepted, bowing like a blade of grass crouched on a cliff.
As time passed, he gradually grew used to this "guilty weed." He grew used to her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly as she brought him tea and lit the lamps...
As the year drew to a close, he personally cleared her name and vindicated his mentor.
Once the shackles of being a "criminal's daughter" had fallen away, she was no longer docile. The lips that had once called him "Cousin" now said, "Censor Cui, I should be going."
And she left as soon as she said it.
For the first time, he tasted the feeling of the earth splitting and the sky collapsing.
The document clearing her name crumpled between his fingers, and at last the moonlight spread over her neck. He bent down and demanded, "Shen Qingli, you draped coats over me and poured my tea every night. Did you ever do it with a sincere heart, even once?"
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Theme: Though lowly as grass, she is as resilient as silk, and in the end, the moonlight shines upon her.
