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On that day, feeling utterly embarrassed, San Chun really did not want to see Chengyang Jun for a while. However, some matters are not up to her. It all depended on whether Zhong Xue wanted to see her or not.
In just a few days, it would be Wei Wang's wedding day, and both Wei Palace and Fengling Duke's Residence were bustling with activity. With the household members too busy to manage everything, some idle people were assigned tasks. To others, San Chun was one of those idle individuals, so she was asked to help the Steward prepare the list of gifts for the wedding day and the ceremonial attire that Chengyang Jun would wear.
Wei Wang was not yet fifteen years old this year and was Chengyang Jun's nephew. It felt somewhat helpless that at such a young age, he was to establish a Queen.
This Queen was specifically chosen by Chengyang Jun for his nephew; she was the daughter of Tai Bu, eighteen years old this year, well-educated, and exceptionally beautiful.
There were no responsible women in Wei Palace since the previous Lao Shi had been strangled to death by Chengyang Jun. Of course, the death of Lao Shi was merely a rumor; no one had witnessed how she died. Whether it was strangulation or not, no one dared seek revenge against Chengyang Jun.
The wives and beauties in the palace with offspring had all moved out, while those without children had been buried alongside King Wei. Therefore, apart from some elderly palace maids, there were no elders left in Wei Palace.
In such a grand situation for Chengyang Jun, Wei Wang's wedding was both a national and family affair. Zhong Xue, as Uncle Wang, had just recognized Wei Wang as his sovereign father in April of this year; thus, this wedding could be considered akin to marrying off a daughter-in-law.
Fengling Duke's Residence was also in chaos; even someone like San Chun, who usually slacked off, was forced to work two night shifts because the cloud dragon pattern on Chengyang Jun's ceremonial robe had been embroidered incorrectly.
At first, San Chun couldn't tell at all. With her poor embroidery skills, she could turn a centipede into a crab; how could she possibly discern whether the dragon claws were pointing down or up, or whether the claws' nails should face left or right?
It wasn't until Kazama brought the robe for Chengyang Jun to try on that he noticed it immediately. For some reason, this Lord Jun seemed very particular about the cuffs of his clothing; anything embroidered incorrectly or not to his liking would not be worn.
In San Chun's opinion, it was just a piece of clothing; since Chengyang Jun wasn't the groom, why be so picky? Of course, she wasn't a lord and couldn't make decisions; her thoughts remained just thoughts. Regardless of her opinion, the robe still needed to be taken apart and re-embroidered.
Fearing that slow embroidery progress would delay the wedding date, she could only rush to keep up with the work and supervised for two nights until everything was finally completed.
Looking at the time, it seemed to be late at night. She yawned and instructed everyone to finish up and go home to sleep. Once she delivered the ceremonial robe to the bedroom, it would be considered a job well done.
Having borrowed a lantern from the embroidery room and preparing to head back to sleep, she suddenly saw Kazama rushing towards her.
Upon seeing her without saying a word, he wiped his sweat first.
"Mr. Chun, Lord Jun requests your presence."
At this hour, what was she supposed to do? She looked up at the dark sky, which resembled a piece of washed blue-black coarse cloth, with stars scattered across it like glimmering fragments of gold.
She confirmed that she had not misread the time; it was definitely night, without a doubt. She asked, "Does Lord Jun have urgent matters?"
Kazama replied, "I don't know if there are urgent matters, but I came to see you."
Since today, he also felt quite helpless. It was Wei Wang's wedding, and he wondered if the father of the bride would feel an endless sense of emotion about marrying off his daughter. Chengyang Jun had not yet fallen asleep even at the third watch of the night.
He wanted to take a walk and brought her to the back garden, where they stood by the Lotus Pond looking at the sparse lotus flowers, not knowing what to think.
In fact, no one in the residence liked lotus flowers. Lord Jun did not care for them, and there was no mistress to tend to them. After several years of cultivation, the number of lotus flowers had dwindled, leaving only a few remaining. The moonlight cast a dim glow on the Lotus Leaves, and the few lotus flowers that remained appeared somewhat withered, not only unattractive but also exuding a ghostly aura.
After watching for a while and feeling bored, he suddenly asked, "Who else is still awake at this hour?"
Kazama scratched his head, unable to recall anyone who would be awake at such a late hour.
"The night watchman Old Li? The guards on duty? And that old dog at the gate?..."
Zhong Xue glared at him more intensely. He anxiously scratched his head and suddenly remembered that last night Lord had called for the embroiderers to work overnight on some garments. He said, "Perhaps there are still people in the Embroiderer's Workshop..."
Zhong Xue nodded. "Go find the person in charge of the embroidery work."
Kazama hurried off to look for them. When he arrived, he found a group of people finishing their work and preparing to leave. Among them, he spotted San Chun and immediately thought that she was likely the person Lord wanted to see.
He had investigated San Chun but found nothing about her background. It seemed as if she had appeared out of nowhere; all he knew was that she had once saved Lord Jun. Beyond that, there was nothing else to learn. However, since she was someone Lord Jun personally brought back, that alone might be enough for Lord to regard her differently.
Seeing San Chun's unwilling expression, Kazama urged her on with a tone that suggested he was enjoying her discomfort.
San Chun had no choice but to follow him toward the back garden. After walking a few steps, they saw a figure standing by the pond in the distance.
Under the moonlight, Zhong Xue's figure was elongated, adding a touch of desolation and loneliness. He stood sideways, and one could vaguely see the expression on half of his face, which bore a color like dead ashes, as if he found no joy in life and was weary of existence. This was certainly not the expression of someone who should be riding high on the waves of success; he now possessed power, countless treasures, and numerous women—shouldn't he be enjoying life and relishing the beauty of the world?
This expression startled San Chun greatly, and she suddenly feared that he might contemplate ending his own life. She walked over and said, "The water inside isn't deep; I can jump over it. Really, it's not deep." After saying that, she almost wanted to bite her own tongue—what nonsense was that?
Zhong Xue did not turn around but stared at the shimmering surface of the water, replying lightly, "I know."
In an instant, both fell silent. San Chun regretted mentioning the pond; perhaps he didn't even want to jump in. Her careless words might remind him of that day when she fell into the water.
Zhong Xue regretted bringing her here...
He didn't even know what was wrong with him. Whenever Kazama mentioned formal wear, he couldn't help but think of her, just like that day when he saw the embroidered cuffs and couldn't help but remember that person.
Once... it was also a bright sunny day when he wore clothes stolen from Ji Xun to meet her, deliberately showing her the poorly embroidered cuffs with Auspicious Cloud designs... After that incident, he grew to hate it when others embroidered his cuffs poorly; it always made him feel as if these were not his clothes.
His clothes were neat and never had mistakes in embroidery; he also never liked poor embroidery work...
The two remained silent for an unknown period, surrounded by tranquility, only able to hear their breathing and San Chun's footsteps as she paced back and forth. She felt tired and could only walk around a bit; otherwise, she might fall asleep while standing.
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