A New Path
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Lianhua sat before her dressing table, staring at her reflection. Two years ago, she had looked into this same bronze mirror with hopeful eyes, dreaming of a life filled with love.
Now, she was back reborn with the knowledge of betrayal, of pain, of death.
Her hands trembled slightly as she touched her neck, half expecting to feel the phantom pain of the blade that had ended her life. But no… she was alive. This time, she would not walk blindly into the same fate.
Ying, her loyal maid, rushed in with a concerned expression. "Miss, you look pale… have you not recovered from your illness?"
Lianhua turned to her with a small smile. "I am fine, Ying."
"But"
"Truly," Lianhua reassured her. "I have never been more awake."
Ying hesitated before nodding, though her worried gaze lingered.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low.
"Miss Lianhua, the Emperor has issued a decree. You are to enter the Crown Prince's residence as a consort."
A cold chill ran down Lianhua’s spine.
So it was happening again.
The same path. The same death.
No.
Not this time.
Lianhua took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had to act fast.
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Minister Youg study was lined with scrolls and books, the scent of ink and old parchment filling the air. Lianhua knelt before her father, her voice calm but firm.
"Father, I cannot accept this decree."
Minister Yong's brush paused mid-stroke. Slowly, he raised his gaze, eyes narrowing. "Do you understand what you are saying?"
"I do," Lianhua said. "I refuse to be the Crown Prince’s consort."
Her father sighed heavily, setting the brush down. "Lianhua, this is an imperial order. You cannot simply refuse."
She met his gaze without flinching. "Then I shall enter the Crown Prince’s residence as a guest instead."
Minister Ying’s eyes flickered with surprise. "A guest?"
Lianhua nodded. "The Queen has always admired my knowledge of fashion and embroidery. If I gain her favor, I can remain in the palace without becoming a consort. This will still uphold the honor of our family while giving me freedom."
Her father studied her, his expression unreadable.
"This is an unorthodox request," he finally said. "But if the Queen agrees, it may be possible."
Lianhua bowed deeply. "Thank you, Father."
One step taken.
One fate changed.
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The Queen's chambers were draped in rich silks of crimson and gold. Rolls of fabric, jewelry, and embroidery patterns covered the tables, making the room feel more like a grand tailor’s workshop than a royal residence.
The Queen sat with an elegant posture, her fingers trailing over a delicate jade hairpin.
"Lianhua," she said with a smile. "I hear you have quite the eye for fashion."
Lianhua knelt gracefully. "It is a small talent, Your Majesty. But I would be honored to serve you in any way I can."
The Queen's eyes sparkled with interest. "I have always believed that true power lies in presentation. The right fabric, the right embroidery these things can change a person's fate."
Lianhua's lips curved. "Then I hope to learn from Your Majesty's wisdom."
The Queen laughed softly. "You are clever, child. Very well. You may stay in the Crown Prince’s residence, not as a consort, but as my guest. You will assist me in my designs."
Lianhua bowed deeply, hiding the triumph in her heart.
She had escaped the fate of becoming Jian’s consort.
For now.
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Ying hurried through the palace corridors, her arms full of linens. Her mistress had given her instructions to deliver them to the royal tailor.
She rounded a corner
And crashed into something solid.
The linens tumbled to the ground as she stumbled back, her heart pounding.
"I I’m sorry!" she gasped, quickly kneeling to gather the fabric.
A shadow loomed over her.
"You should watch where you're going," a deep voice said.
Ying froze. Slowly, she lifted her head.
A tall man in dark armor stood before her. His chiseled features were sharp, his dark eyes piercing. His posture was imposing, a long sword resting at his hip.
General Wei.
The Demon of the Battlefield.
Ying swallowed hard.
"I I wasn’t looking," she stammered, keeping her gaze lowered. "Please forgive me."
General Wei remained silent for a moment. Then, to her shock, he crouched down and picked up one of the fallen fabric rolls.
"You’re trembling," he observed.
"I… I'm not!" she protested weakly, but her hands betrayed her.
He handed her the fabric. "Next time, be careful."
Ying stared at him, speechless.
He turned without another word, his heavy boots echoing down the hall.
Ying pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat race.
What… just happened?
####
Lianhua hadn't expected Han to be so... pleasant.
The prime minister’s daughter carried herself with effortless grace, her silk robes flowing like water as she walked beside Lianhua through the garden paths. Her voice was soft, each word carefully chosen, yet warm enough to feel sincere.
"I must admit," Han said with a small smile, "when I first heard you were staying in the palace, I was curious. You do not seem like the type to seek power."
Lianhua smiled, tilting her head. "And what type do I seem like, Lady Han?"
Han laughed lightly, covering her mouth with her sleeve. "The type that prefers freedom. Am I wrong?"
Lianhua’s fingers curled slightly at her side. In another life, she had been naive enough to believe in these honeyed words. But she knew better now.
Still, she played along. "You aren’t wrong."
They continued walking, their conversation drifting toward trivial things the palace’s beauty, the Empress’s taste in fashion, the upcoming festival.
Then, they reached the lake.
The water shimmered under the midday sun, koi fish lazily drifting beneath the surface. A lone willow tree swayed at the edge, its branches dipping toward the water.
Lianhua stood near the edge, Han beside her.
She could do it.
A simple push.
The world would be rid of Han before she ever had the chance to scheme, before she ever whispered lies into the prince’s ears.
Lianhua’s fingers twitched at her side. Her heart pounded.
Just one push.
Han turned slightly, her gaze drifting to the water.
Lianhua lifted her hand
And stopped.
She exhaled, releasing the tension in her fingers.
No.
Not like this.
Just as she stepped back, a voice called out.
"Lianhua!"
She stiffened.
Her breath hitched as she turned, but she couldn’t see who had spoken.
Had they seen her?
Han looked at her curiously, unaware of how close she had been to falling.
"Is something wrong?" Han asked.
Lianhua forced a smile. "Nothing at all."
But inside, her mind raced.
Had someone seen her hesitation?
And if they had… what would they do with that knowledge?
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