"By the way, how did you and the Eighth Prince meet?" Heyue's gossipy curiosity burned brightly.
Heyue had never liked the Eighth Prince, and couldn't understand why her sister had taken a liking to him.
Is it because she's good-looking?
But he's not the only good-looking one.
My sister is not the kind of person who is blinded by lust.
Whenever Heyue saw the Eighth Prince's fake smile, she felt disgusted. Her intuition told her that this man was too good at pretending and was deliberately trying to seduce young girls. He was too much of a flirt.
Of course, it's mainly because of some little-known secrets.
Heyue was too embarrassed to say it, afraid that her older sister would laugh at her.
Seeing that her sister liked it, Heyue had no choice but to put aside her prejudices.
"Him!" The Eighth Princess Consort smiled, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze distant, as if recalling something beautiful, radiating an aura of happiness and bliss.
“I was still young then, and Guo Luo Ma Fa had just passed away. To compensate Guo Luo Ma Fa’s family, the Emperor betrothed me to the Eighth Prince at that time. I had only met the Eighth Prince once when I entered the palace as a child, and we had never seen each other since. Naturally, we didn’t have any good feelings for each other. Of course, I was unwilling to accept this, so I went to find the Eighth Prince alone. I challenged him to a contest, and we agreed that if he lost, he would go to the Emperor to cancel the marriage.” At this point, Guo Luo Ma Fa chuckled, her eyebrows curving and her eyes sparkling.
"And what was the result?" Heyue hadn't expected that her sister and the Eighth Prince's initial acquaintance would be like this... cough, interesting.
Of course, what Heyue was most curious about was the result.
Seeing them together now, it's clear they never actually called off the engagement. Perhaps the Eighth Prince won.
He Yue just imagined that her sister had gone to challenge the Eighth Prince all by herself. She thought that her sister was still very fierce here. How could the Eighth Prince, who was so weak and delicate, be able to beat her sister?
He Yue had deep suspicions.
“I grew up with Guo Luo Ma Fa since I was a child. Guo Luo Ma Fa was very strict with me. He taught me how to ride and shoot, so I am quite good. It wouldn’t be a problem for me to take on a young boy one-on-one.” Guo Luo Ma Fa smiled and sighed, “I just didn’t expect that I would underestimate his skills. He looked so weak, but he could shoot two arrows at the same time and even pierced my arrow. I was stunned.”
Heyue almost burst out laughing. She covered her mouth, imagining her sister's stunned expression, and found it quite amusing.
Guo Luoluo raised an eyebrow and snorted unwillingly, "I lost the challenge, how can I stay here with the face to do so? I turned around and left."
Her tone softened, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Back then, I didn't like him at all. He smiled politely on the surface, but he was full of bad intentions. He made me lose face without me even saying a word. However, he humbled himself and often came to see me when I went to the palace to apologize. Gradually, my prejudice against him faded away. Actually, the time I truly decided to marry him was when he told me that he would only love me in this life and would never marry anyone else. Even though I knew that men's words couldn't be trusted, I was still willing to believe him this once. Perhaps it was because I had already fallen for him then."
“To this day, he has never had a secondary consort. Even his two current concubines were obtained by me. I know his ambition and his grievances. For his ambition, I am willing to set aside my own principles so that he will not be humiliated by that person in the future.” Guo Luoluo paused at the end of her sentence, softening the last two words, and a layer of sorrow appeared on her face.
Suddenly, He Yue remembered a sentence she had read in a book, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that the person her sister was talking about was the current emperor.
Although I know very little about history, I am aware of the approximate fates of some important figures.
Historically, Emperor Kangxi was indeed ruthless towards Empress Wei, the birth mother of the Eighth Prince, and this son. But which emperor isn't like that? As the son of the emperor, and having decided to vie for the throne, one must be prepared to accept that kind of ending.
Although she still didn't understand this kind of feeling, she felt that it was really not worth it to wrong herself for the sake of a so-called man's ambition.
But she also understood her sister's desire to prevent her beloved from being hurt.
Heyue comforted her by tightening her grip on her sister's hand.
Guo Luoluo smiled back, all traces of her previous desolation and sorrow vanished, replaced by disdain and arrogance towards fate.
"Of course, I will not give up, I will not succumb to fate. Heaven has brought me here and allowed me to fall in love with Yinzhi. Perhaps I can change that ending. I believe that Yinzhi and I will grow old together."
But how slim that hope is!
Thinking about how he came all this way, wasn't it all to find his sister?
Wasn't their chance of reuniting extremely slim? Yet, she still managed to do it.
He Yue could say nothing more.
However, He Yue did not want to think about who would win or lose in the future.
If you don't think about it, you won't be troubled.
"By the way, I've noticed you've been here for quite a while now, and you seem to be getting along quite well with Uncle Thirteen. What? Have you fallen for him?" Guo Luoluo changed the subject, staring at her without blinking, her eyes filled with amusement.
Heyue felt a moment of unease and frowned: "What are you saying, sister? How could I be attracted to him? He's just a little kid!"
This is different from Yue and her older sister.
My older sister can give everything for a man, but Heyue wouldn't.
Even if she had feelings for someone in the past, Heyue would never let herself fall in love with anyone.
Having come to terms with reality, Heyue will no longer harbor unrealistic fantasies.
“It’s good that you think this way. I was worried that if you married him, it would inevitably put us in a difficult situation. I heard that he will be marrying a concubine next year. Even if you enter the household in the future, she will have entered first and her position in Uncle Thirteen’s heart will be different. My sister doesn’t need to suffer that grievance.” Guo Luoluo tightened her grip on her hand slightly and raised her eyebrows, supporting her idea.
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