A man's mind is truly unfathomable. Shen Wangshu stared at King Wei with a stiff smile, realizing that she couldn't fathom his schemes at all.
"They got off too easily," King Wei said softly, his head bowed. He couldn't help but gently touch his lips to Shen Wangshu's.
A light touch separates them.
"I'm afraid your father won't be able to attend our wedding. Don't be disappointed." Prime Minister Song had already retired, but the King of Wei didn't intend for him to bother Shen Wangshu again in order to make a comeback. Therefore, he simply tied up Prime Minister Song and the dying Concubine Rou on the spot and sent them out of the capital together.
Knowing that Prime Minister Song couldn't possibly escape from those burly guards again, he breathed the sweet scent of his beloved girl on his lips and couldn't help but lean closer to her, murmuring as if offering her a treasure or comforting her, "That illegitimate daughter, now..."
Zhang Yourong was impotent, but she had no intention of sparing Song Wan'er. When people want to humiliate someone, they naturally have countless ways to do so.
Song Wan'er was helpless in the Linxi Marquis's mansion. All the masters in the mansion hated her for the trouble she had brought to the mansion, and the servants did not take this powerless and penniless mistress seriously.
She and Zhang Yourong, this couple who were once lovers, will probably only become a resentful pair in the future.
"Since he is impotent, he should not be allowed to harm other families' daughters." The old lady of the Marquis of Linxi longs for a noble daughter-in-law; wouldn't that ruin another family's life?
"His impotence will be known throughout the capital tomorrow," the Prince of Wei said vaguely. "And that concubine's daughter..."
"That's an irrelevant person, what does he have to do with us?" Shen Wangshu's resentment vanished completely. She chuckled softly, cupped the handsome face of the Prince of Wei in her hands, and, standing on tiptoe, offered her lips, murmuring, "None of our business." From this day forward, her entire life would be devoted to this young man before her, and she would never again look away from anyone else. She would only love him, marry him, and be with him, fulfilling their destiny in this lifetime.
...
She loved him.
Until he lay on his sickbed, his handsome yet haggard face, though marked by the passage of time, revealed his reluctance to part with her, and she finally shed tears.
He couldn't see anyone else; he was staring intently at her, as if trying to memorize her.
He truly kept his promise and loved her until his death.
"In the next life, let's be husband and wife again." He held the small, faded gold padlock, his eyes filled with a contented smile.
The moment she closed her eyes in front of him, she also stopped breathing beside him. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in that special space. But this time she didn't feel happy. She just sat quietly on the ground, hugging her knees, covering the small golden lock that had somehow entered the space with her, tears streaming down her face.
Tears fell drop by drop to the ground, and she seemed to see the face of the man she loved. She stretched out a slender hand and drew his name on the ground.
Ji Xuan.
It wasn't the King of Wei, but... Ji Xuan.
He had held her in his arms countless times, and together they wrote his name on paper.
She stared blankly at the name that was beginning to blur, when she heard a slight noise. She looked up and saw the book that had once landed in front of her fluttering before her eyes, slowly disappearing like every book before her.
"No!" Shen Wangshu suddenly cried out in protest.
This book contains traces of Ji Xuan's existence, and she didn't want his last traces to be obliterated before her eyes.
The book stubbornly disappeared, but in the end, it transformed into a golden light that landed before Shen Wangshu's eyes, slowly coating that name with an indelible golden mark.
Shen Wangshu looked at the last trace, reached out and gently touched it, and felt that it was still hot.
The flowing golden light resembled the joyful and tender gaze Ji Xuan gave her when he looked at her.
When she opened her eyes again, she heard the pitiful, frightened, faint cries of a young girl, along with increasingly sharp shouts.
"Oh my, my Imperial Concubine!" She opened her eyes, only to find a fawning and obsequious face before her.
The man helped her up solicitously and said ingratiatingly, "This little vixen dared to seduce His Majesty! Your Highness must not let her get away with this. Let's make an example of her and let everyone know who is the true mistress of this harem!"
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