Inside Weiyang Palace, Song Yanran sat cross-legged in her bedchamber, regulating her breathing, but her mind kept replaying the scene of her fight with Shen Zhao.
"His lightness skill is unparalleled; he can instantly imitate the moves of the Imperial Supreme Heavenly Technique, and even fuse techniques to enhance his combat power. This Chu Liuxiang... could he be..."
Thinking of this, Song Yanran got up and paced around the palace, gazing at the faintly white sky in the east outside the window, her doubts deepening.
"However, if I am not mistaken, the techniques he used did not have any fluctuations of spiritual energy, but were generated by ordinary true qi and internal force. Why is that?"
"Without spiritual energy, let alone an Emperor's cultivation level, even dealing with a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator wouldn't be so easy. Just who is he? Why have I never heard of him before!"
After thinking it over and over, Song Yanran still couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
Just as he was about to summon a palace maid to help him with his hair and makeup in preparation for court, someone came from outside the palace to report: "Your Majesty, the Prince of Jing requests an audience."
"Announce."
A short while later, Di Feijing entered the palace excitedly, carrying a food box.
Upon seeing her beloved, Song Yanran's face immediately softened with tenderness.
"Your Majesty, I know you rarely eat, and I was worried that this would harm your health. So I specially prepared this Bird's Nest Soup for you. Please drink it while it's hot before going to court."
As he spoke, Di Feijing placed a steaming bowl of bird's nest soup on the table.
Song Yanran felt a pang of heartache. She walked over and sat down at the table, looking at the fragrant bird's nest soup. She said softly, "You can just tell the servants to do this. You're still injured. Why bother with all this trouble?"
Di Feijing said in a low voice, "Your Majesty's favor has been bestowed upon me, and I have no way to repay it. This mere bowl of soup is just a token of my gratitude. I hope Your Majesty will do me the honor."
Song Yanran felt a surge of emotion. She picked up the bird's nest soup, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and took a small sip.
"That's good, you've put your heart into it."
"If Your Majesty is pleased, that's good."
Song Yanran took only one sip before putting down the spoon, her eyes filled with complex emotions as she looked at Di Feijing.
Di Feijing dared not look Song Yanran in the eye and kept his head down the whole time.
"Pfft~"
Suddenly, the Empress smiled sweetly.
"Are you so afraid of me that you don't even have the courage to look me in the eye?"
"I...I didn't..."
"Why are you acting like this? I'm not going to eat you."
Di Fei was drenched in cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I still can't believe I have gained Your Majesty's favor. I ask myself, what ability do I have, I am just an ordinary person?"
The thought of marrying Your Majesty fills me with trepidation, for I fear that I might do something wrong and tarnish Your Majesty's reputation.
Song Yanran gently comforted him, "Why do you need to worry so much? I will marry you..."
"You are now my husband. From now on, we will be of one mind and support each other. This has always been my wish."
Di Fei frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I have another question, and I would appreciate your clarification."
"Don't be shy, feel free to speak your mind."
"Your Majesty, what is it about me that you see in me that makes me worthy of such great favor?"
I consider myself a mere mortal, with exceptionally poor natural talent and no distinguished status.
Before meeting His Majesty, I was just an insignificant menial disciple in the sect. How could I possibly deserve His Majesty's pity?
Upon hearing this, Song Yanran got up and walked to the windowsill, where she sprinkled some spiritual spring water on the potted plants.
"This is a long story, Fei Jing. Do you believe in reincarnation?"
Di Fei was startled and looked at Song Yanran with a blank expression.
Song Yanran, oblivious to anything amiss, continued speaking.
"In our past life, you and I met by chance, and you risked your life to live and die with me without complaint."
However, after it was all done, you suddenly vanished from the world. I was filled with sorrow and searched for you everywhere like a madman.
I've exhausted all my energy, yet I still can't find a trace of your existence; it's as if you never existed at all.
Do you know how lonely and heartbroken I felt at that time?
Di Feijing remained blankly at ease, as if he were listening to something that had nothing to do with him.
"In my life, I have met countless outstanding people, but in the last moments of my previous life, there were only two people I valued the most, and one of them was you, Fei Jing."
"And the other one?"
Di Fei asked casually.
"another……"
Song Yanran smiled faintly, then turned around and said with a serious expression, "He is an enemy who is capable of threatening the survival of my Celestial Dynasty. However, in my previous life, I had not even met him before he went to the Yellow Springs and died without a complete corpse."
"Ah, this..."
Song Yanran continued, "Speaking of this future formidable rival of our Celestial Empire, he is also a legendary figure. His legendary deeds are known throughout the Nine Realms of Immortals and Martial Arts."
Single-handedly, he transformed a declining, second-rate nation into a powerful empire capable of rivaling ancient dynasties in just twenty years.
However, even such heroes and outstanding individuals were ultimately tormented by love, betrayed by their beloved, and died unjustly atop the heavens.
I regret that I never had the chance to fight him. After his death, I went to the highest peak to search for his remains.
However, when I arrived there, what I saw was an apocalyptic scene of blood mist and collapsing mountains.
It's a pity that such a brilliant military strategist met such a tragic end, with no trace of his remains remaining...
"Oh, I see."
Seeing that Di Feijing was losing interest, Song Yanran frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she concealed it well and took the initiative to change the subject.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. You wouldn't believe it anyway. Just consider it as me falling in love with you at first sight."
You should go back and recover from your injuries. On our wedding day, I will hold the most grand and solemn wedding ceremony for you.
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