Not willing to be a king's decree, only longing for your favor.

  This is the infatuation and adoration of men in the world towards her.

  Green willows and flowers cover the road, ten miles of red wedding decorations welcome you.

  This is the first dancer of the Southern Dynasty, exclusive honor.

  However, no matter how beautiful she is, she is still Sang Muqing.

  Yearning for you, yearning for clarity, yet forever unable to become the "clarity" that was originally myself.

  She still remembered that year's Liu Auntie, holding a white steamed bun and handing it to her dirty little hands, asking what her name was when she said those two words.

  Actually, I didn't think deeply about it, and later on, even I myself couldn't understand how my twelve-year-old self could blurt out those two words that became a prophecy.

  "What's your surname? What about your parents? Can you take off that veil and let me have a look?" asked Aunt Liu.

  She simply shook her head and tightly covered the already dirty and wrinkled veil.

  She carefully looked at the girl's face and figure under her veil for a while, then opened her mouth. "Child, are you willing to follow me? You won't be cold or hungry again, and no one will bully you. I'll give you the best food and clothes. From now on, you'll have the surname Liu, okay?"

  "What can I give you?" she asked.

  A twelve-year-old girl has already realized that in this world, no one will be kind to another person for nothing; everything comes with a price.

  Liu Yi's smile implied appreciation, I'll teach you how to dance, just dance for others to see.

  I will dance.

  She nodded at the age of twelve, and suddenly thought of the vast green outside the window when she woke up, thought of that faint blue shirt, and thought of the three powerful characters on the signboard - Sangzhai Xuan.

  She looked at Liu Yi and softly said, "My surname is Sang."

  Years later, she thought back and wondered if she had known what "dancing" meant in Liu's words that day, would she still have nodded in agreement.

  The answer is, even she herself doesn't know.

  It's not that she wasn't sad, but she told herself that if it weren't for her being the number one dancer of the Southern Dynasty, famous throughout the land, how could she have possibly met him, let alone stayed by his side.

  Thinking this way, the pain and self-pity in her heart seemed to slowly subside, allowing her to feel a little better.

  Until then, until the day when a marriage certificate is issued throughout the land.

  She had always thought it was Yun'er's, but never knew that the one who married him was actually the second miss of the Murong family, Murong Qing.

  A sharp pain in her heart was about to tear her apart, she recklessly wanted to go find him, but Lingxin took out the jade bell from her bosom, and amidst the intense pain, she stubbornly crawled step by step towards the door until she lost all consciousness.

  She remembered that when she woke up again, her eyes, which were usually calm and indifferent, seemed to show a hint of distress for the first time. She said that last night, the emperor's body was unwell, all the princes were summoned to the palace, even the wedding of the third prince was disrupted.

  A bitter and indifferent smile played on her lips, so what?

  So what? He still married another woman, the one who took her place.

  "Come on, hurry up and go downstairs, Third Master's carriage is already waiting outside!"

  Aunt Liu's words suddenly pulled her back to reality, she stood up in disbelief and surprise: "What did you say?"

  "Look at you, you're so happy you're silly! But it's also understandable, the three princes just came out of the palace and didn't even send the new princess back to the prince's mansion, but they rushed to see you first. Even yesterday, when the third princess returned home, I heard she was alone. In my opinion, our three princes' hearts are all on you!"

  She had no heart to respond to Liu's smiling words, and quickly tidied up her loose hair in front of the copper mirror before picking up her skirt and rushing downstairs.

  Her heart and eyes were filled with irrepressible joy, even though she knew clearly in her heart that he would come to the Forget Worries Pavilion, but actually it was not for her.

  But it doesn't matter, as long as I can be by his side, as long as I can help him, then nothing else matters.

  Is the new queen beautiful? She couldn't help but ask softly.

  He just smiled carelessly, if it weren't for the red mole at the corner of your eye, she looked quite a bit like you.

  Not particularly concerned about it.

  She always knew he was never the greedy and lustful person others thought him to be.

  He also inquired about his relationship with the new queen.

  His carelessness was as real to her as the secret joy in her heart, she knew he was really not paying attention, it was just a marriage of interest, nothing more, an imperial decree is hard to defy.

  Until then, until that time, he let her bring Chun Yu into the palace to take his queen's pulse, at which point she knew something must be different, but she refused to think about it and continued to deceive herself.

  After returning from the north of the desert, he almost never came to Wàng Yōu Guǎn again. Even if there was something, he would only call Qín ān from the mansion or ask Xún Yǔ Zhú Yǔ to come and inquire about it.

  In the long and lonely light, she always thought that if she hadn't hesitated that one time and had spoken out the whole truth, would everything be different.

  He had asked her once, with a warm smile on his lips and his dark eyes fixed intently on hers, "Mu Qing, what was your life like before?"

  She lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "I followed Liu Niang to learn the art when I was twelve years old. Later, I came to Shangjing and slowly established the Worry-Free Pavilion, which allowed me to have the honor of meeting Your Highness."

  Before twelve years old?

  He still looked at her like that, and she was almost mesmerized, about to blurt out everything.

  A faint sound of a jade bell came from outside the door, and the pain in her abdomen subsided immediately.

  "What's wrong?" he asked.

  Suddenly, a faint image of him in a light blue shirt flashed through her mind, and she hesitated for a moment without speaking.

  But deep down, it was a hidden expectation. If he continued to ask, would she have a reason to break this vow? Would she no longer have to live in torment year after year, month after month?

  But he just smiled carelessly and didn't ask further.

  "Miss Sang! Miss Sang! Is Mr. Chun in?"

  Qin An's urgent voice broke her train of thought, and she couldn't help but pause for a moment. In her memory, Qin An had always been calm and composed, this was the first time he had ever lost his composure.

  Her heart suddenly tightened, and she didn't have time to ask questions in detail. She almost ran into Chun Yu's room, grabbed his hand with one hand, picked up his medicine box with the other, and rushed towards the waiting carriage.

  Although he was unwilling, he remained silent and did not resist. His empty right hand reached out across the space and took over the heavy medicine box from her hands.

  She actually knew it would be like this, but she no longer had the heart to feel guilty. What she relied on was actually just his love for her.

  "Qin General, how is the Third Prince now?" She managed to stifle her inner fear and spoke in a trembling voice only when she was already on the speeding carriage.

  Qin An was taken aback, and his piercing eyes slightly lowered: "Your Highness is fine, this time troubling Mr. Chun is because of the Princess."

  The tightly strung string in her heart relaxed and then sank into a dark, bottomless abyss.

  All along the way, she didn't dare to look at Chun Yu, afraid of seeing a pitiful and mocking expression.

  When they arrived at the Three Kings' Mansion, Qin An led them non-stop to the Gui Mo Pavilion.

  The woman in his arms was fast asleep, her face obscured by a veil, and could not be seen clearly.

  She only remembered that his lips, which always had a lazy smile, were pursed into a cold and hard arc, and in the depths of his eyes was an unmistakable burning pain. He held her arm so tightly that it felt unfamiliar to her.

  When he saw them coming, he didn't get up, still holding her in his arms, just looking at Chun Yu with a serious expression, word by word - don't let anything happen to her.

  Junyi didn't say much, went straight up to take her pulse, and after a moment, his face turned solemn as he let go, saying: "She's pregnant, but it's possible that she accidentally inhaled musk, which is very dangerous."

  Her heart was as if in the clouds, fluctuating and uncertain, unable to distinguish whether she was happy or sad.

  She heard his voice as dark as night, each word slowly pounding into her heart.

  He said that if there was no other choice but to give up the child, he just hoped she would be fine.

  She wished she hadn't heard it.

  All along, she thought he wouldn't come back to Worry-Free Hall because of Du Ruyin in everyone's mouths.

  She had never met Du Ruyin, but she had heard rumors and knew what kind of celestial beauty she was, so she would let someone like him take a liking to her.

  Although it is still inevitable melancholy heartache, but it will never hurt more than now.

  When the maid named Shu Ying mentioned the origin of the fragrance "Shu He An Xi", a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

  Although it was fleeting and no one would notice, she knew him too well, with her heart fully on him.

  Later, Du Ruyan's maid came over, and he looked at those who were blocking her way, his voice unable to hide the cold anger.

  Shu Ying was so humiliated that she almost cried, and Chun Yu coldly opened his mouth beside her ear, "Is this kind of man worth it?"

  She just smiled vaguely, they didn't understand, his anger was true, but it wasn't what people thought.

  She returned to the Wangfu from the Three Kings' Mansion, and as soon as she lay down, she fell into a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was Chun Yu's tense and anxious face that greeted her. He grasped her hand and said, "Qinger, you're ill. Don't think about anything, don't be afraid of anything. It will all pass, everything will be alright."

  She nodded, but a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

  No matter what, he couldn't forget. After knowing that the woman was safe, the intense and taut expression at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes finally dissipated.

  He held her, holding her hand and placing it on her still flat abdomen, as if embracing the most precious treasure in this world.

  Her illness came on suddenly, but went away very slowly, truly fulfilling the old saying "illness comes like a mountain collapse, illness goes like silk being pulled".

  She knew that during her prolonged illness, he still held Du Ruyan in the height of worldly admiration, and also arranged for Chun Yu to take his place as king, to pray for a safe pregnancy.

  "Sang girl, it's time to take your medicine." Lixing walked in with a bowl of medicine.

  She took a sip and handed the bowl back, suddenly tears fell: "I'm not reconciled, really not reconciled..."

  Ling's face turned cold: "In that case, I advise you, miss, to never speak of it again."

  After finishing speaking, she turned around with the medicine bowl and left.

  She watched as Lian Xin's figure disappeared behind the closed door, slowly wiping away her own tears.

  I'm sorry, but I have no choice.

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