O Hexagrama do Mundo: Executando os Traidores da Corte sob a Luz do Luar
O mestre do Pavilhão Celestial, Yan Jiangli, já havia usado o dom celestial para prever o destino, enquanto a bela Yan Jian conquistou fama ainda jovem. Num momento de traição, uma espada perfurou seu coração; após viver duas vidas e retornar ao lugar de origem, dez anos haviam se passado. Tendo vivenciado três eras, ela pensava apenas em sobreviver, mas mal sabia que, ao renascer, tornou-se o objeto de desejo da princesa imperial e do regente. Obrigaram-na a subir de amante a consorte, de simples cidadã a primeira-ministra! “Vai ou não vai ser consorte?” A princesa imperial apontou-lhe a espada. “Não ouso recusar.” “Quer ser a esposa do regente ou primeira-ministra?” O regente a envolveu nos braços. “Primeira-ministra!” Com o coração decidido a não permitir que ambos a tivessem, ela já era consorte! Mais tarde, no mundo das intrigas e do poder, ela alcançou o auge, só então compreendendo que até o céu empunha sua espada, e que a beleza pode ser tão desgastante quanto exaustiva!
O Hexagrama do Mundo: Executando os Traidores da Corte sob a Luz do Luar
"Eldest Young Master, stop running! If you go to the Eldest Princess's mansion to be a kept man, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth. If you run away now and Her Highness holds us accountable, none of us can bear the consequences!"
Behind her, the clinking of swords and jade pendants worn by the festive-dressed guards sounded like the tolling of the Grim Reaper.
Ye Fusang, dressed in a groom's red wedding robes, kept her eyes tightly shut, leaning her back against a corner of the stone-stacked wall. Whether from exhaustion or terror, her sideburns were dampened by cold sweat, and her slender hands supported her weakly against the bricks.
"Eldest Young Master! Eldest Young Master! If Her Highness blames us, how could your Ye family possibly withstand it!" The guard's voice echoed through the night.
Being a kept man was not an honorable path. This evening, she was supposed to be carried into the Eldest Princess's mansion in a sedan chair, but no one expected that she, the groom, would have the audacity to flee.
A few drops of cold sweat slid down Ye Fusang's pale forehead. She suddenly opened her eyes, gazing at the familiar red walls and white tiles around her. A flicker of struggle and weariness flashed through her icy phoenix eyes.
She had returned... after an entire lifetime, she had actually come back!
In her previous life, she had been betrayed by a trusted aide and died with a sword through her heart. Never did she imagine that after a life spent mastering ancient martial arts
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