Chapter 42
Luo Shangyi walked to the chessboad on the table beside the chaise lounge and placed every piece inside the chess box .
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There were several letters out in the open and Luo Shangyi carefully stored them in the nearby sandalwood box . She had put them away many times before and did not need to read them to know they were made up of the same contents .
When she was done, she called out softly: "Your Majesty should sleep . "
She stepped forward and gently tugged Emperor La Yuan's sleeve as she said helplessly: "Your Majesty, there is a morning assembly tomorrow . "
Emperor Yuan turned to glance at her hand holding his sleeve . Luo Shangyi immediately retracted it: "Your Majesty, will you flip a tablet tonight?"
Emperor Yuan looked at the slightly lowered head that revealed her white and slender neck . He said: "The talents in Chaotang this year are very bright . Is there anyone you look upon favorably?"
When Luo Shangyi heard those words, she looked up with a pale face then knelt knelt in front of Emperor Yuan: "Your Majesty, I am the wife of the Ming family . If Your Grace does not wish to shelter me, I can only return to the Ming household and keep vigil over General Ming . "
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Emperor Yuan's lips pursed slightly . A Yan is his woman . There was no need for other women to wear the willow for her .
The reason he kept this woman in the palace was so she would not have delusional thoughts about occupying A Yan .
Luo Shangyi did not know that she had touched Emperor Yuan's reverse scale . Feeling aggrieved, she looked up at this emperor who was in the prime of his life emperor and wanted to speak up, but was unable to say anything .
She could not be more familiar with the handwriting of those letters the young emperor repeatedly caressed .
She thought she had discovered the tenderness hidden under his hard exterior . His love that was separated by death and gender made her feel truly distressed for him . . .
Emperor Yuan interrupted Luo Shangyi's thoughts, and his voice was unquestionably cold: "The newly appointed minister that ranked third in the imperial exams is good . Zhen[I] will seal you as a princess of the fourth rank . May you two be happy for a hundred years . Withdraw now, Zhen[I] will stay alone for a while . "
Luo Shangyi's complexion was deathly pale . Forgetting her manners, she raised her head to look at this valiant and imposing emperor . She never imagined she would be sent out of the palace one day . Although she knew she could never be his favorite, she thought she would be a substitute .
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Emperor Yuan no longer minded her and trimmed the wick . Under the flickering light of the candle, he reopened the box containing the letters .
She wrote the same thing in the numerous letters intercepted by Wucheng .
Your Majesty:
Treat these words as if we're speaking in person!
A Yan
The words were simple, but they contained her endless hopes and expectations .
His fingers slowly rubbed across the letter, and when they touched her name he whispered: "A Yan . "
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A Yan, another winter is approaching . If it snows at the border, will you be alright wherever you are?
Are you still waiting for Zhen[me]?
The wind blew in from the window, lifting up the letters in his hand . The candlelight could not bear the cold wind and swayed form side to side .
He carefully placed the letter back in the box . Gathering his cloak, he got up to lift the lampshade and trim the long wick .
The candle's flame flickered in his eyes and he absentmindedly felt as if he was standing at the door .
She was trimming the candle's wick .
Her figure was as beautiful as a jade tree .
She turned her head, calling him "Qi'an" with a smile on her face .
Her voice was cool and crystal-clear . There seemed to be pearls and jades surging in him, forming ripples that softened his heart .
"A Yan!" He stretched out his hand to hug her, but only caught air .
The candlestick fell to the ground and the flames surged . He stood still in the same place and gradually became a elongated shadow within the light of the fire .
Beyond the open window were ranges upon ranges of majestic palace halls .
This was his palace, this was his world .
But he was a solitary soul . The beauty and bosom friend was no more; the belle and the hero have perished