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The moment Little Seven had quietly followed the butler to enter the residence, Meng Fuyao was grandly and lavishly welcomed into the Regent King's residence as the next empress-to-be, with ”Chun Mei” as her maid. She strolled into the red door and thought about the days she tried to get through the door; she had even betrayed Tie Cheng for it. The way the world worked was certainly funny, with a trip to the place, she was now the next empress, and the Regent King's residence was now her maiden's house.
Her gaze landed on a marking near the red door. 'Tie Cheng has already safely made his way out, seemingly with someone's help? Did Wuji's invisible guards finally reach?'
The official politely led her to the third inner court, Residence Harmony, which was her temporary residence, close to the little princess' place.
She did not know that in front of her, an innocent young man that had been searching for her for the past two months, was standing at the intersection point.
Some meetings were unknown to the people involved; only fate knew.
Meng Fuyao's residence was very near to the little princess' residence. Naturally, the Regent King had already enjoined his daughter to ”spend more effort” on this Xuanyuan empress-to-be. With all matters excluding ones regarding her Brother Yue, she very obediently heeded her father's words. And so, she invited Meng Fuyao over for a tea session. Actually, this rabbit-like princess could not be said to be a social butterfly; blanking out as she sipped her tea and answering wrongly to questions about a completely different topic. Anyways, this rabbit princess was now thinner than before. Brother Yue wasn't coming back, and the ”Magical Rabbit” had vanished into thin air. She had sent people to search but could not find any trace of it. Heartbroken, the princess had spent days with tears in her eyes.
Meng Fuyao looked at her teary eyes and thought, 'Even Lin Dai Yu would have to admit defeat seeing her.' Looking at the exquisite lifestyle, this delicate, fragile girl lived, she had that one moment when her heart softened. But then, there was no construction without destruction. To crumble the beautiful, rosy world that her father had built for her might not necessarily be a bad thing. After all, she had to face them eventually.
Meng Fuyao stayed in the princess' room for approximately two hours, talking about everything under the sun. She also brought up another country's ancedote: The story of the descendants of a certain royalty being hunted down by a powerful official. The two had a battle of wits and power, but in the end, both sides suffered great losses.
The little princess listened attentively, and as expected, she very quickly related to the story. Placing both hands on her chest, she sighed. ”Thankfully, not all stories have this ending.”
”If not this ending, what else could it be?” Meng Fuyao laughed menacingly. ”The two hold such deep grudge against each other without a desire to compromise. Not just them, even today, which fight for power would end up in a happy ending? It is merely killing each other off.”
”But why must they kill each other?” asked the innocent, confused princess. ”They could still come together to find a peaceful solution.”
”Princess, you certainly are benevolent.” Meng Fuyao inched closer as the fresh baby scent wafted up to her nose, lamenting the injustice in life.
'Why do some people get to huddle up in their tiny little soap bubble without it bursting and them crashing down? No, this can't do.' Evil Meng would burst it for her.
”But a peaceful solution is impossible. There is no such idiot in the world that would take a step in the face of their enemies. You have to understand that once you take a step back, what you give up is the life of the entire family. Whoever is in this situation will not do that.”
After sowing the seeds of 'poison', Evil Meng smiled and turned to leave. ”Then, princess, I shall take my leave.”
The princess sunk into her last, poisonous sentence as she replied, bewildered, ”Ah? Okay.”
Meng Fuyao did not ask her to send her off either—this poor girl could probably think of only one thing at once a time. Then, she shall let this girl focus on tasting the poisonous apple Evil Meng had just given to her.
That night, Meng Fuyao sat down at her Residence Harmony and smiled slyly at Shadow Blade behind the closed doors. At the same time, it was time for the Regent King's daily routine to visit his daughter. He sat beside his daughter as they chatted for a long time.
Xuanyuan Cheng sat on his daughter's bed as he lovingly yet resignedly caressed her hair. This child was born prematurely, resulting in her weak constitution; even her personality was timid and weak. Even though he had begged his senior Moon Soul to teach her personally and trained her since young, she was still as timid though she had finally learned some martial arts. Sometimes, when he looked at his daughter, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of karma his past life had accumulated to have no sons in this life and have his only daughter to be this weak.
If this was not the case, he would have long usurped the throne. To him, 'bestowed names cannot become emperor' were mere excuses used by the officials in the court. In the battle for power, one's ability was God. If one day he really decided to usurp the throne, he wouldn't allow for those old officials to say a single word. The only reason why they were still alive was just because he was too lazy to deal with them.
What was the use of the throne? He had no heir.
It was easy for him to take the throne, but after his inevitable death, he would leave this child on the throne with no support to face the obstacles and the underhanded schemes of the imperial family. What then, would the tragic ending look like?