098 Dispute

Talking is easy, but doing it is hard. I said I wanted to leave, to go far away, yet I found myself sinking again and again into Li Yexuan’s gentle warmth. When I woke, the space beside me was already empty; the cold bedding told me he had been gone for a long time.

I rose, another day beginning. I didn’t know what to expect from this new day.

Zi’er didn’t bring the morning meal; instead, it was Li Yexuan himself who appeared.

“Why are you personally bringing breakfast, Your Highness? Where is Zi’er? Is there no court assembly today?” I reached out to take the meal but was refused by Li Yexuan.

“Go be good and prepare yourself. The emperor, in light of the fact that after all these years I finally have someone by my side, has graciously allowed me to rest for a few days—no court assembly needed.”

I arranged the meal again, and we ate together. I didn’t know what had come over the cook today; the breakfast was unexpectedly good. Later, I learned it was Li Yexuan who had prepared it himself.

After the meal, Li Yexuan took me for a walk in the garden of the prince’s residence. I realized I had never properly seen the estate before, letting him lead me along. The rear courtyard of the Xuan Prince’s mansion housed a lake, far more luxurious than the general’s residence where I had lived before. Tall trees lined the lake’s edge, lending a refined elegance to the scene.

“Does this place satisfy your eyes?” Li Yexuan teased.

“Your Highness, don’t say that. This place is excellent, I like it very much.”

“As long as you like it.”

“Your Highness, may I ask you something?”

I couldn’t bear the uncertainty, but asking was like reopening a wound.

“Speak.”

“Yesterday I went to the Golden Jade Workshop. Did you take Qingmei away?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s gone, hasn’t she?”

“Gone? How could she be gone? I want to ask her properly—what did I do to wrong her? Or whom did I offend? To have such a vile poison forced upon me, I want to know clearly.” I did not conceal the hatred in my eyes as I met Li Yexuan’s gaze.

“You won’t find out; she’s dead. When my men found her, it was too late. Rest assured, I will find out who is responsible.”

“Your Highness has countless affairs; how could I trouble you with such a small matter? Mu Fan is tired and will return first.” Before I finished speaking, my wrist was tightly grasped.

“Why?” Li Yexuan looked at me. “Why push me away like this? Such treatment chills my heart. Tell me plainly, what have I done wrong?”

I pulled my hand free from his large grasp.

“There’s no why. You saved me. No matter how much I resent or hate, I would never dare to burden you with it.”

“You still haven’t forgotten Yun Heng!”

Li Yexuan struck the tree beside us; leaves fell in a cascade, blanketing us both.

The servants nearby scattered like birds and beasts. Since I entered the Xuan Prince’s mansion, Li Yexuan’s temperament had changed greatly; he laughed, he grew angry—I wasn’t sure if it was luck or my own fault.

Turning, I saw his fist nearly embedded in the tree trunk, blood flowing down his hand. The veins stood out, the red wounds stinging my eyes.

I sighed, took a handkerchief from my person, and reached out to grasp his injured fist. He let me pull it back, clasping the cloth in my hand.

“Let’s go, I’ll tend to your wound.”

“No need.” Li Yexuan shrugged off my hand, walking away coldly, leaving me alone beneath the tree amid the silent fallen leaves. My heart seemed to constrict at that moment.

Eventually, Zi’er found me and brought me back to Qingran Residence.

For three days straight, Li Yexuan did not appear at Qingran Residence. Even without going out, I knew the entire mansion whispered rumors—I had fallen out of favor. Passing maids in the loft would meet my eyes as if looking upon a fox spirit, no trace of the respect or fear from days before.

When I was a maid, I never encountered such disdain. Though back then, in the general’s residence, I also disliked Qiao Ruoqing but lacked the courage to show it. Truly, the younger one is, the bolder one becomes. Still, I ignored it all, for after all, it was I who had begged Li Yexuan not to give me a title. Under heaven, I might be the only woman to plead with her man to deny her status—how peculiar.

I paid no heed and had Zi’er bring ink and brush. Yet she lingered, hesitating as if wanting to speak.

I picked up the brush, then set it down again.

“What is it? If there’s something, just say it.”

“Miss, Your Highness has not come for several days.” That girl—there was nothing for me to worry about, so why should she?

“So what? The prince has his own affairs.”

“You should capture the prince’s heart. In this humble servant’s opinion, Miss should humble herself, take the initiative to appease His Highness.”

Zi’er’s voice grew clearer; my silence and cold gaze made her shrink back.

“Zi’er, you’ve overstepped. That will do, you may leave.”

I nodded, signaling her to depart.

Once, I hid outside the hall and overheard my father embracing my mother, speaking of me. I don’t recall the exact words, but the gist remained. Father said my eyes held a coldness unbefitting a child, my gaze like ice capable of freezing the entire world.

He said that which I could not have, I would neither destroy nor forcibly claim—I only turned away, never looking back. Father said he did not know whom I had inherited this pride from. Mother hastened to blame herself, not me.

Since that day, I deliberately cultivated emotions befitting a child. As my younger brother grew, I became more cheerful. Yet later nightmares shattered years of effort, leaving me colder than before.

Zi’er’s words interrupted my thoughts, and I could not summon the will to write. Staring at the brush dipped anew in black ink, I stained the pure white paper with darkness. Setting the brush down, I gazed at the single drop of ink, like a stain upon innocence—no matter what, the paper could never return to its original state.

I sat in a daze, watching the page.

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