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Back at Wei Palace, Zhong Xue had set out again. His army was strong and his generals capable, sweeping through enemy territories like a hot knife through butter. It wouldn't be long before news of victories arrived, as city after city fell and nation after nation was conquered, all becoming his possessions. However, the front lines were stretched too thin, and he needed to resolve matters quickly. He employed a strategy of rapid assaults, and even the most powerful feudal lords were no match for him. In just a year, he had subdued all seven feudal states.
The following year, on Winter Day, Zhong Xue finally completed his grand unification and ascended the throne as emperor, known in history as Wei Shidi. In the end, he showed mercy to Yan Wang and did not kill her younger brother; instead, he demoted him to commoner status and exiled him to a distant land.
San Chun worried about her brother but felt helpless. He had his own path to follow, and even if she wanted to help him, she could do nothing. As Princess He Ying said, "Life is about eating, drinking, and sleeping; why think so much?"
She truly had the broadest mind, which might explain why she had become so plump.
With only a few days until the New Year, San Chun felt increasingly bored in the palace. Ever since moving from the young master's residence to the imperial palace, she had been living in a spacious hall with countless attendants at her service, truly pampered.
Zhong Xue treated her very well; he visited her almost every day. Among all his concubines, she was the only one with a title; even Princess He Ying was merely a princess.
He had conferred upon her the title of Lady but did not mention anything about making her empress. He didn't bring it up, and San Chun never asked; their relationship had improved significantly compared to before. Being together like this made the question of her status seem less important.
He remained very busy; aside from visiting her, there were many affairs to attend to. The newly established nation had many issues needing attention, and there was much for him to do.
San Chun never complained about him being too busy or not spending enough time with her.
Days passed like this until she received a letter from Yuzhen Sanren informing her that Ji Xun had passed away and urged her not to grieve.
San Chun cried uncontrollably and disregarded the palace maids' attempts to stop her as she insisted on leaving the palace. She wanted to see Ji Xun one last time.
With the emperor absent from the palace and no decree allowing her exit, who would dare let her go? Kazama received word of this and came to persuade her to wait for the king's return. However, San Chun refused to listen and threatened to draw her sword against herself.
Kazama felt helpless; as her personal bodyguard, if anything happened to her, the emperor would surely take his life in retribution.
In the end, he managed to obtain an exit token from the palace and personally escorted her out while sending word to the emperor.
When she reached the mountain, Ji Xun had not yet been buried. Yuzhen Sanren wanted to wait for her arrival so she could see him one last time.
Ji Xun, tormented by illness, had already lost much of his former self; yet his expression remained peaceful, just as it had been when he was alive.
San Chun personally placed him in the coffin, in the grave she had dug for him. The funeral was very simple, attended only by a few of them. None of Ji Xun's relatives came; after the fall of Qi State, King Qi and the young masters of Qi Country all died in the turmoil. It is said that King Qi was beheaded by a minister of Qi State and presented to Wei Wang. The young masters of Qi State were also killed by the ministers. This former Crown Prince of Qi had long lost all his family.
Perhaps it was not such a bad thing for him to die so peacefully.
After the funeral, San Chun stayed at his grave for three days until the fourth day when Zhong Xue arrived with others.
She knelt by the grave for three nights, fasting and praying for Ji Xun while reciting scriptures. When she finally saw Zhong Xue, her eyes were hazy, and she almost thought she was seeing double.
She rubbed her eyes and smiled, "How strange, why are there two Zhong Xue?"
Zhong Xue's expression was slightly serious as he held her in his arms and whispered, "You silly girl, are you trying to torture yourself?"
San Chun leaned against him, looking at the fresh grave mound. "Can you go up there now that Ji Xun is dead?"
"Go up for what?"
"To become an immortal. Such a good person like him should become an immortal." She laughed at herself, "I actually hope he can reincarnate soon so I can see him again."
Zhong Xue's expression turned cold, "He will definitely become an immortal." At least immortals do not descend to earth to reincarnate, so no one would compete with him for her anymore.
Seeing her nearly exhausted, he bent down to carry her and took her back to the bamboo house, placing her in the quiet room where they had lived before.
San Chun slept deeply for a long time; she didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she saw Zhong Xue sitting by the bed. She felt warm inside and very reassured. At least he was still there, still accompanying her.
Looking at her dazed expression, Zhong Xue smiled gently, "Are you hungry? You should eat something."
"I'm hungry; I could eat a whole cow right now."
Zhong Xue laughed and had someone cook porridge, feeding it to her himself. "After you finish the porridge, I have good news to tell you."
She asked, "What?"
He wouldn't answer, just smiled with his lips pressed together.
San Chun, feeling helpless, had no choice but to gulp down the warm porridge. In her haste, she choked and started coughing.
Zhong Xue patted her back and chuckled, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I want to hear your good news." She pouted; it had been a long time since she had any good news.
"Alright." He rubbed her head and said, "I'm going to be a father."
She was stunned. "Which of your concubines is pregnant?"
"Silly girl, it's you who's pregnant. You're going to be a mother."
Seeing her look of shock, he couldn't help but laugh. Even after all these years, her personality remained so endearing.
"I'm going to be a mother?" She was overjoyed and nearly jumped up, only to be firmly pushed back down by him as he scolded, "Take care of your body."
She was genuinely happy. She thought her health was poor and that she would never be able to conceive in this lifetime, yet here she was expecting a child. It showed that he really treated her well.
Zhong Xue gently held her in his arms and whispered, "San Chun, will you be my queen?"
She was astonished. "How could that be possible?"
"Why not? I've already arranged for Princess He Ying to marry General Xu Feng. Xu Feng is much better looking than I am; Princess He Ying is so delighted that she's practically grinning from ear to ear, eager to marry him and fly away together."
Hearing him arrange things for Princess He Ying like that made San Chun feel quite good; it was better for her to be with someone she liked than to stay by his side. But…
"Can your entire court of Civil and Military agree?"
"Who cares what they do? I only like you and just want to make you my consort. Just tell me, are you willing or not?"
The reason he hadn't made her his consort before was that there were some forces that needed to be eliminated. Now that everything was under his control, he naturally wanted to follow his own heart.
Under his eager gaze, San Chun finally nodded, "Okay." In fact, marrying him was really not a bad idea.
Zhong Xue was overjoyed, leaning down to kiss her lips, murmuring her name, "A-Dan, my A-Dan."
She would always be his A-Dan.
On a beautiful spring day filled with blooming flowers, they held a formal wedding, and she became his Queen. After years of ups and downs, the two finally came together.
The following year, San Chun gave birth to a son, named Dan, who was later made the Crown Prince.
At this point, the story should come to an end. The final conclusion is: from then on, the prince and the false prince lived a shameless life together.
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