Amidst the sound of copper leaks from Changxin Palace, Crown Princess Su Wanni was bowing her head in salute. Her rouge-colored palace dress made her skin as radiant as snow. When Empress Jiang Shuying raised her eyes, she saw a pair of almond-shaped eyes hiding burning peach blossoms - the gaze was too hot, not like greetings, but like spying.
Talking about ancient paintings, Su Wani was so fond of the "Snow Bamboo Picture" painted by the Queen when she was young that she even clearly remembered the seal in the corner. After the rouge left, the palace maid whispered: "The Crown Princess looks at you more intently than when she looks at His Highness..."
Jiang Shuying's fingertips suddenly tightened. She suddenly remembered that at the palace banquet many years ago, the little girl hiding behind the blue gauze cupboard holding a withered hibiscus looked at her with the same eyes.
No one knows that Su Wanni worked hard to practice hairpin flower small regular script, meticulous flower and bird painting, and even secretly learned horse riding and archery skills - all because she saw the graceful figure in a scarlet palace dress when she was young, shooting down a frightened horse with three arrows. She fought for the position of Crown Princess, not for honor and favor, but just to be able to stand by the Queen's side and look back at her.
Fifteen years have passed since spring and autumn, and the red walls of the deep palace cannot lock away the secret feelings. When the prince presented the jade ring to her, she was lost in thought while looking at the queen teaching the princess by the waterside pavilion.
"Your Highness," she explained softly, and the stars in her eyes lit up for one person, "I just think that the ink orchid painted by my mother today is particularly elegant."
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