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Because of that rain, the river at Shunliu Path rose to about seventy or eighty percent of its original level.
The annual Dragon Boat Racing finally made its way into the history books for the first time in the years following Qingchen's ascension.
The common people gave him a chance to personally fulfill his promise to them.
Every August, during the height of summer, there were only two months left until Su Yuan's centenary celebration.
Dressed in a bright red long skirt, Su Yuan, with her stunning beauty, stood beside Qingchen. Despite the countless magnificent mountains and rivers before her, her eyes could only see him.
As the drumbeats began, the Dragon Boat Racing commenced. The sound of cannon fire echoed through the heavens and earth, startling the white waves on Shunliu Path and stirring up layers upon layers of foam.
In that moment of splendor, Su Yuan tugged at Qingchen's sleeve and smiled gently, "Let me tell you a story."
It was a very long story, their palms overlapping as they returned to their dreams together.
Since the beginning of time, the Primordial Deity had created two bronze drums. After millennia of Buddhist teachings, two spirits were transformed: one became the future Sun God, protecting the heavens; the other was the Azure Feathered Heron, guarding the earth.
They were childhood friends, and as time passed, their bond deepened. However, many events lay ahead...
Qingchen stood at the ferry landing, under the shade of an old mulberry tree. His heart was constantly sinking and rising in varying depths.
It was a past that evoked deep sorrow.
The long robe stirred by the wind fluttered again before finally settling down. Su Yuan closed her eyes and smiled, discreetly wiping away the glistening tears at the corners of her eyes.
"Is the story over?"
"No... I want to save the ending of this story for later, to tell you slowly."
The night was cool as water. Su Yuan sat by a well made of Lapis Lazuli, waiting for someone.
But after a long wait, she only heard a voice from the Void of Distant Realms: "Su Yuan, have you found the answer you seek? Let him suffer and endure all criticism; can you feel at ease?"
Su Yuan touched her heart and fell to the ground. The icy well water seeped into her heart from between ancient stones, a chill she had never felt before.
After a long while, a tall figure emerged from behind the mottled tree shadows. The round moon reflected in the courtyard cast a captivating depth.
Su Yuan's smile, tinged with sorrow, suddenly froze as she trembled and reached out her hand.
Qingchen smiled and stepped forward to embrace her.
That night, he had a dream. When he awoke, his pillow was soaked, but the person beside him slept peacefully, her face serene as never before.
At that moment, he thought there was nothing more heart-wrenching than sorrow arising from within.
Whether love is deep or shallow, none can be pursued at will.
The High Priest had been frequently entering and exiting the inner court lately, having heard of unusual movements at the borders. General Langya had personally led troops to suppress the unrest, but the news coming from afar was often not good.
The songs and dances of a thousand people, the fragrance of ten thousand acres of rice, all seemed like a fleeting illusion.
What was even more sorrowful was that the water level of Shunliu Path had begun to drop again...
"The common people have sent another petition to the People's Register. If the water of Shunliu Path dries up, Your Majesty must not harbor any selfish thoughts; Su Yuan must be sacrificed to the Gods."
After that, Qingchen fell silent for a long time before looking at the High Priest again, suddenly feeling that the bond between ruler and minister over the years had come to an end.
"Su Yuan's birthday is approaching. I have a request: I hope everything can be postponed until after her hundredth birthday."
As a request from an emperor to his minister, the High Priest could only agree.
Thus, after many years away from the battlefield, Emperor Qingchen decided to personally lead the expedition to comfort the people's hearts.
On that day, as they bid farewell for ten miles, no matter how much Su Yuan pleaded to accompany him, Qingchen only smiled and refused her.
"Su Yuan, for your hundredth birthday celebration, I have prepared a great gift for you and will return on time."
Holding back tears in her eyes, Su Yuan repeatedly asked, "You will come back, right?"
"I have been in power for many years without being able to bring a single joyous event of peace and prosperity to the people. But this small promise I can fulfill; I will definitely return."
He spoke lightly as if he already knew what would happen next. Su Yuan gazed into the distance where his carriage had disappeared, dust swirling chaotically.
When news of victory arrived, it was already a month later, with only ten days left until her birthday.
Qingchen held the Purple Feather between his fingertips, standing on the beacon tower of Sound of Wind at the Beacon Tower. His brow furrowed with the weight of countless mountains and rivers. The Common People, in the end, steeled his heart and began to write a letter.
With a hundred thousand enemy troops at the city gates, he trembled as he sealed the letter with red wax, the gilded red paper inscribed with "To Su Yuan, personally opened."
Inside, the paper was thinner than a life beneath the city, yet it made him forget everything else.
"I have worked diligently all my life but have never become a wise ruler like Langya. If I must teach the world through my death, please remember that I have always wished not to let you down. Even after a thousand years or ten thousand years, no matter how many years pass, I will still have betrayed you... I cannot return."
The letter traveled a long distance to Langya, where the vast desert beyond the borders was thrown into chaos.
On her hundredth birthday, Su Yuan received the letter from the frontier.
Afterward, she clutched that thin piece of paper in her hand and wept uncontrollably.
After a long time, she carefully unfolded the paper in her palm and read it word by word again before tearing it into pieces.
He actually remembered?
But not returning meant betrayal.
"Qingchen, you have once again broken your promise to me. You have once again let me down. I will never forgive you again."
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