[The World Is Overthrown by Yan] [The End]

In that era, the world collapsed; in that era, the seasons changed; in that era, blood stained the golden palace and severed the red silk; in that era, the splendid years were intoxicated by the bright moon. In the blink of an eye, the swallows have flown by, a curtain of deep autumn hangs in the air, and the mournful song remains unfinished.
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If in this life, meeting you was because the spring breeze of that year forgot to conceal our mutual presence, so that in the vast sea of people, I could not help but turn around and meet your knowing glance.
Then let me remember you, from childhood to old age, each yesterday more distinct than today, like the inkstone, the paper, the brush, the long scroll unfolded on the sandalwood table, each stroke a vivid and clear black character on white paper.
The days spent with you in this life were filled with joyful songs, elegant poems, and a melody played on the zither amidst willows and green waves, each note a peach blossom.
But after parting from you, the hastily composed poem, every line, is filled with sorrow to the bone.
From now on, who will accompany me, sending my thoughts to the distant Milky Way, year after year, with the tolling of bells and drums?
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During the Jingnan Campaign, who orchestrated the events behind the scenes? Among the heroes of this chaotic world, who will give their deepest affections to those who smile and frown? Royal grudges, filial piety and love, who can reconcile them all? Love and hate are hard to discern, right and wrong, who will share the same moonlight with me? This vast and long wind, this magnificent world, the ups and downs of the martial world, the palace intrigues, I have experienced them all, but in the end, nothing can compare to the smile of my beloved.
Let us see behind the veil of history amidst the smoke and dust of war, the nameless princess of the Ming Dynasty, whose life was one of extraordinary beauty and talent.

[Main Text: Chapter One: Spring Mountain Eyebrows in My Youth (Part 1)]

The Xiping Marquis's Mansion, the Hidden Crow Courtyard, is the place that left the deepest impression on me in my childhood.

The name "Hidden Crow" was given to the garden by my mother. She completely disregarded its strangeness and inelegance, stubbornly insisting on it. After being bombarded with questions from many people, she finally wrote the garden's name in her beautiful willow-style calligraphy and hung it in the center of the moon gate.

I protested to my mother countless times, saying that such a name was laughable. Did this garden harbor many crows? Were the people inside crows?

My mother ignored me, gazing sadly in a certain direction, murmuring a poem: "Again, the palace candles flicker with smoke, but sorrow hastens the changing seasons. All my tender thoughts are given to the empty steps and the elm seeds, thousands of strands of willow branches that hide crows, dancing like snowflakes for the jade cup. I imagine leaving Yangguan Pass to the west, when my old friend was first parted."

Or she would sigh softly: "Her jade-like face cannot compare to the color of the cold crow, yet I still see the sunlight in Zhaoyang Palace. The willows are dense enough to hide crows, but where are the people of the past now? Even the most beautiful woman is nothing but a handful of yellow earth after a hundred years. What does it matter if a name is beautiful or ugly?"

In the gentle evening breeze, my mother, dressed in white silk, her sash fluttering in the wind, looked delicate and frail, as if she wanted to fly away.

I didn't understand, and I was especially afraid of the deep sorrow in my mother's eyes at such times, so I dragged her to play in the back garden without a second thought.

More than poetry, I loved the crickets, beetles, longhorn beetles, and tiny black insects with bright spots on their backs in the backyard, and the myriad flowers and grasses I couldn't name, blooming year-round in vibrant colors, like a vast tapestry, dazzling in the sunlight. Most importantly, my mother allowed me to play in the mud, roll around on the grass, and even sleep on those ever-resilient and ever-growing flowers.

Once, my uncle complained to my mother with a slightly reproachful tone, asking why she didn't allow the gardeners of the Marquis's mansion to tend to the garden, letting the flowers grow wild and the grass run rampant. Although it was lush and vibrant, it lacked the noble and dignified air befitting a Marquis's mansion.

My mother smiled faintly, gently stroking my long, disheveled hair as I played: "Huaisu likes it. If it were as tidy as your big garden, this girl would always complain that rolling around in it isn't as fun."

My uncle paused, his handsome eyebrows suddenly rising high, dark and sharp as if they were about to fly to the sky. I stared at him worriedly, fearing that his eyebrows would fly away forever.

But they eventually settled down, and my uncle smiled happily: "So that's why Huaisu never goes to Ruiyuan to play! Girl, why didn't you say so sooner!" With a wave of his hand, he called out, "Someone!"

The next instant, the capable and aloof Uncle Liu Cheng appeared before me as if descending from the sky.

Uncle Liu Cheng always followed my uncle like a ghost. You might not see him, but as long as my uncle called, he would appear immediately, always responding without fail. I often had the illusion that even if my uncle was standing alone in a room, with a wave of his hand, Uncle Liu would instantly spring up from the ground.

Uncle Liu always wore the same expression when he saw his uncle: pursed lips, furrowed brows, and a slight bow: "Please give your orders, Lord Marquis."

Standing in the twilight, his uncle, clad in brocade robes and jade belt, his tall and imposing figure exuding an air of dominance, flicked his sleeves, as if scattering a fragment of sunlight: "Within three days—no, tomorrow, just tomorrow—you are responsible for making Ruiyuan Garden look like this place. Failure to do so will be considered a violation of military orders, execution!"

I was startled by the calm yet murderous word "execution," and stared blankly at poor Uncle Liu. He was following his uncle's finger, looking at our wretched "garden." Remarkably, he showed no surprise or fear whatsoever, maintaining his unchanging expression: "Your subordinate obeys."

I sighed; the gardeners of the Prince's mansion were in for a rough night.

My uncle chuckled and squatted down. "Little girl, now you have no excuse not to go to the main house, right? Your brothers miss you terribly."

I pouted. My uncle's four sons—Chun, Sheng, Ang, and Xin—Chun always sees me as a little girl and always acts like an adult, patting my head when they meet. How could he miss me? Ang isn't home; he's studying and I don't know when he'll be back. As for Sheng, he might genuinely miss me, but he shouldn't have lied to me. Xin misses me? What a joke! If he missed me, not a single cricket would chirp.

And my uncle, does he think I'm a child?

While inwardly grumbling, she maintained a smile as bright as spring flowers: "Alright, I'll pay my respects to my uncle, aunt, and brothers another day."

Her uncle laughed heartily in agreement. I didn't know what he was so happy about, but her mother, smiling and frowning, said, "Ying-ge, you spoil Huaisu too much. Your Ruiyuan Garden, with its exotic flowers and rare herbs, is renowned among the noble families. I've heard it's also cherished by

my sister-in-law. How can you ruin it for this crazy girl?" Her uncle, who was about to turn away, suddenly turned back upon hearing this. His previous radiant smile vanished, and he looked deeply at her: "A thousand pieces of gold can't buy happiness. If my precious niece can't grow up happily in my Xiping Marquis's mansion, can't fully enjoy her childhood, what use are these exotic flowers and rare herbs, this flourishing garden?"

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