Chapter 209 Extra: If Pei Yan was reborn (full text)
The ceremony of establishing the Crown Princess was very complicated and grand.
Even though the emperor was seriously ill and the empress was imprisoned, she did not have to pay a visit to these two people. However, she still had to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple and accept worship from the ladies of the court. This whole ordeal lasted from early morning to evening.
Jiang Shuyi wore a heavy phoenix crown on her head and a thick dress. Even though Pei Yan took her to rest several times during the trip, she was still exhausted.
Pei Yan felt a little regretful.
He knew that Jiang Shuyi loved excitement, especially ostentation, so he planned the ceremony so grandly. If he had known that she would be so exhausted, it would have been better to keep things simple.
When the process outside was finally over, the Crown Princess was finally brought into the Mingde Hall, where she covered her face with a fan and waited for the Crown Prince to come and marry her.
Pei Yan was not socializing outside.
Although he was now called the crown prince, he had already begun to exercise the power of an emperor, so no one dared to force him to drink or make fun of him.
Pei Yan went straight to the bedroom.
I thought Jiang Shuyi was so tired that she must have fallen asleep on the couch, but when I entered the inner hall, I found that the girl was still holding the face fan obediently.
Pei Yan's heart tightened.
"Are you stupid?"
He walked forward quickly, wanting to take the fan off, but Jiang Shuyi held it tightly and didn't loosen it, humming softly, "Your Highness wants to write a poem about fanning yourself, I will put down the fan only if I think it's good."
Pei Yan was both angry and amused.
If he doesn't do it, will she not marry him?
But this little thing certainly could not stump the wise prince, who had been intelligent since childhood and often praised by the Grand Tutor.
Pei Yan followed her and slowly recited a poem about fanning herself.
Although Jiang Shuyi was always lazy when studying with Pei Yan, she did make some progress. For example, she could now understand the meaningful jokes in the Crown Prince's poems.
She put the fan aside angrily, then glared at him with her round, bright almond eyes.
Pei Yan laughed.
He reached out first and removed the phoenix crown from his wife's head.
The moment the crown was removed, Jiang Shuyi felt her soul floating in comfort.
She was really tired, and she fell into the prince's waist, groaning, "Let's do it tomorrow, I don't have any strength left..."
Pei Yan pinched her face and said, "Don't give up when faced with difficulties. Today is our wedding day. Only when the ceremony is completed can it be considered complete."
Jiang Shuyi said "Oh" in a muffled voice.
Pei Yan also felt sorry for her.
He laid her down, squatted down to take off her shoes and socks, and then went to the table to bring the wedding wine over.
Jiang Shuyi had fallen asleep with her body tilted.
The wedding wine was a gourd divided into two halves, and the two of them drank from each half. Pei Yan looked at Jiang Shuyi sleeping soundly and sighed for a long time.
He first drank a sip of wine from his own gourd, swallowed it, and then drank a sip from Jiang Shuyi's gourd.
Pei Yan put the wine gourd back, then helped Jiang Shuyi, who was sleeping, up, let her lie in his arms, and lowered his head to pass the wine into her.
Jiang Shuyi drank it unconsciously in her sleep.
Then I was awakened by a pungent and spicy smell.
She woke up suddenly, sat up and coughed, coughing up tears!
Pei Yan patted her back, met her resentful eyes, and said innocently: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
Jiang Shuyi could already smell the alcohol in her mouth and realized that she had drunk the wedding wine.
She was not an unreasonable person. They were supposed to drink the wedding wine on their wedding night. She was sleepy and went to bed first. It seemed nothing wrong for the prince to help her.
Jiang Shuyi was no longer angry and just hummed: "Can we sleep now?"
Pei Yan said gently: "Go to sleep. I can do the rest myself."
Jiang Shuyi believed it again.
She was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. In her dream, it seemed like early winter had arrived and the weather was very cold. Her clothes seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.
Just when I was feeling cold, suddenly a scorching hot temperature came over me.
When Jiang Shuyi felt something was wrong, she suddenly opened her eyes.
"Brother Prince!"
She called out urgently, but her mouth was covered.
"Shh, soon."
......
This was not the first time that the prince had lied to her.
Jiang Shuyi was forced to change her words, and she started calling him "Brother Prince" and then "Brother Yan" and then "husband".
When she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, her voice became hoarse from crying, and she was thinking that she would never care about the prince again, oh no, her husband.
This time no one bothered her.
Maybe because she was too tired that day, Jiang Shuyi had a dream.
She dreamed that she was selected into the Eastern Palace one year before her coming of age. The Crown Prince did not dote on her as much as he does now, but he was very gentle to her. Later, when the Crown Prince ascended the throne, she became a noble concubine. After giving birth to a prince, she was promoted to a consort. For a time, she was honored and favored.
But at this time, her sister Jiang Wanqing entered the palace. From then on, she became extremely worried, fearing that someone would harm them. Finally, she committed a serious crime and was imprisoned after being identified by her sister and son.
Fortunately, Pei Yan never left her side and would come to do wedding things with her every night.
But in the end she still died with her eyes open. In her last moments, besides hatred for her sister, she also missed Pei Yan.
Looking towards the northwest, she took her last breath.
......
Jiang Shuyi woke up from the nightmare, covering her beating heart. When she opened her eyes, she saw Pei Yan hanging the curtains.
The bright sunlight from outside the window fell in and landed on her frightened face.
Pei Yan frowned slightly, leaned down, and said in a tense tone: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Shuyi's eyes were filled with tears, and the moment the tears fell, she sat up and hugged Pei Yan.
"Your Majesty, I remember..."
Pei Yan was shocked. For the first time, he felt his hands and feet go numb, and his heart in his chest seemed to be about to jump out.
The uneven light and shadows from outside the window fell in. He hugged Jiang Shuyi tightly back, not knowing what to say. After his thin lips trembled for a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "It's good to be back... Does it hurt?"
Jiang Shuyi knew what he was asking, and her tears kept flowing. She nodded and said, "It hurts! Your Majesty, please abolish the death method of bestowing white silk. It is too horrifying. I feel like my bones are broken and I am suffocating. I can't even call out Your Majesty..."
Pei Yan felt as if his heart was crushed, as if he was being tortured to death, and was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word.
It seemed that only by rubbing herself into her own bones and blood, breaking them down and blending them into one person, could she dissolve this pain and fear.
"Jiang Shuyi, I have helped you get revenge, and I have come to find you."
After a long time, Jiang Shuyi cried even more sadly after hearing these words.
*
The emperor died after being ill for five years.
A month later, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Xining.
Crown Princess Jiang became the empress, and she had a very good and loving relationship with the new emperor, so the six palaces were left vacant.
The new emperor worked hard to govern the country and was wise and decisive, so the ministers did not dare to interfere too much except for occasional words of advice and remonstration.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Xining, in a Taoist temple in Qingzhou, Miao Wangshu looked at the timid and reserved woman and asked slowly, "What's your name?"
The woman bowed quickly and answered obediently, "My name is Feng Yiyue, a dancer in the Suzhou Prefecture. I was presented to Your Majesty a month ago. The Queen asked me to come to Qingzhou to practice with the Master."
Miao Wangshu has now become a nun, wearing a Taoist robe and crane cloak. Some time ago, he was suddenly ordered to add the title of Master Jing'an.
She looked at Feng Yiyue, who was anxiously looking forward to being driven out by her, and paused before saying calmly, "If you can stand the loneliness, then stay."
Feng Yiyue immediately jumped for joy: "Thank you, sister!"
Facing Miao Wangshu's calm gaze, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she covered her mouth and changed her words: "Thank you, Master..."
The sun rises and the moon sets, and another life begins.
(End of full text)
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