"My God!"

"My God!"

"My ancestors!"

From a secluded corner next to the palace, a series of almost screaming gasps rang out. Heads were craned straight up, staring wide-eyed. After a while, low screams rang out.

"The Marquis has some talent—"

"When did you learn to use male charms to seduce your superiors, Lord Marquis?"

"Has the Marquis finally decided to take the path of using his beauty to serve the emperor?"

"I originally thought that now that the Marquis has achieved fame and success, he would be taking a whole harem of wives and concubines!"

"That's right. Putting everything else aside, just look at Minister Liu's eldest daughter, Grand Secretary Wei's granddaughter, and Duke Zhu's younger sister... aren't they all deeply in love with our Marquis? I heard they're fighting tooth and nail to become his principal wife! Who knew—"

"Who would have thought that the Marquis himself would volunteer to become His Majesty's empress..."

"The Marquis is very bold, but judging from how he interacts with His Majesty... In fact, I have been following him for several years and have never seen him so gentle!"

"I've never seen him smile so happily at a girl before."

Just as her subordinates were complaining, in the opposite hall, the young girl blushed and turned around to scold them softly: "You—how dare you!"

Wanting to be her... what audacity!

This is utterly absurd and outrageous!

As soon as she struggled, the man gripped her hand even tighter. His palm was much bigger than hers, and each of his fingers was half a head longer than hers. When he clenched his fist, he could completely envelop her hand.

"Don't move. I'll guide you through writing a few lines. If you struggle any further, you might ruin this fine Xuan paper."

Tongsu has a good habit of never wasting anything and has great respect for knowledge and culture.

Faced with the man's threat to ruin the fine Xuan paper, she truly felt as if her lifeline had been seized, her delicate brows furrowed as she weakly protested, "Let me go..."

The man ignored her, holding her hand as he wrote stroke by stroke on the paper, the ink spreading out in a flowing, unrestrained style.

“I once heard a poem that I thought would be a reflection of my eternal life.”

The brush tip moves gracefully, dips in ink, and flicks the brush, creating a sense of stillness and white space. The vigorous characters leap out, carrying an indescribable bitterness.

Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death. I try not to think of you, but I cannot forget you. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, where can I speak of my sorrow? Even if we were to meet again, you would not recognize me, my face covered in dust, my hair white as frost.

—Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. At the small window, she was dressing her hair. We gazed at each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces. I know that every year, at this place of heartbreak: on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill.

"I even laughed at him, saying that he was heartbroken after only ten years of separation. How could he endure waiting for thousands or tens of thousands of years?"

Tong Su was taken aback.

His voice suddenly became lighter, and the characters he wrote gradually became fuller and rounder, brimming with joy.

"Later I learned that there are still times when luck turns around, there are still chances to escape from desperate situations, and there is still this poem—"

—I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, but suddenly when I turned around, there he was, in the dim light.

There are also days when we can meet again, even if separated by thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Tong Su raised her hand to her chest, suddenly feeling a stinging sensation in her nose and her eyes inexplicably welling up with tears. She stared blankly at him, then looked up, her brows furrowed, her expression full of confusion:

"I don't know why, but when I hear you say these things, my heart feels so sore, as if... as if these words were written about me."

The man stared at her intently, his eyes gentle and warm, his smile deepening.

"Your Majesty, do you believe that there really are past lives and present lives in this world?" He smiled. "If there are, then surely Your Majesty and I made a pact for all eternity in our past lives."