Phoenix Rests in Chang’an

Spring in Chang’an was a season of flourishing blossoms, with peach petals drifting lazily in the breeze. The first time Jiang Ruoli met Emperor Xiao Changyan, it was during the grand spring banquet, the first since his ascension to the throne. She had followed her father, the Prime Minister, into the palace, intending only to observe quietly. But fate had other plans. That day, she was fifteen, dressed in a flowing light blue gown, her hair neatly tied up, her features delicate like a painting. Meanwhile, Xiao Changyan stood beneath a peach tree, clad in a black imperial robe, his gaze sharp and imposing. She lowered her eyes respectfully and curtsied, her voice soft as a spring breeze. “Your Majesty, this humble girl greets you.” Xiao Changyan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. The wind blew gently, carrying a peach blossom that landed on her long eyelashes. The sight was like an exquisite painting come to life. His lips curved into a faint smile, his tone indifferent. “The Prime Minister’s daughter truly possesses remarkable beauty.” Just one sentence sealed her fate. Three days later, the imperial edict was issued—Jiang Ruoli was to marry into the palace as a noble consort. On her wedding night, with red candles flickering and silk draperies casting shadows, she knelt before Xiao Changyan and spoke with solemn reverence: “Your Majesty, this consort vows to serve you with unwavering devotion for all my life.” Xiao Changyan glanced at her, his deep eyes unreadable. After a moment, he replied coolly, “Stay in the palace and fulfill your duties. That is enough.” Her fingers clenched within her sleeves as a quiet ache spread through her heart. That night, as she sat by the window, staring at the cold, distant moon, she realized—her marriage was nothing more than a political arrangement. Love had never been part of the equation.