My love for you is now severed (The End)

Prologue

Nan Wei Zi knew she was different from others.

The Jinling Imperial Court had always been xenophobic, and the people of Jinling valued bloodlines, never intermarrying with outsiders.
There might be exceptions in border towns, but in the prosperous capital, especially among the royal family, marriage with outsiders was absolutely forbidden.

Royal relatives valued the pure bloodline of Jinling even more than commoners; they always had black hair and black eyes, without
exception . But Nan Wei Zi was an exception.

She possessed a pair of purple eyes like crystal.

At birth, she didn't have the wrinkled, ugly appearance of a typical infant. Her eyes were closed, and every feature was delicate, her
small lips as red as flower petals, like a flawless piece of jade from birth, her refined features foreshadowing her future
beauty.

The Prince of Nan held his daughter, looking at her face, which resembled his princess but was even more exquisite, and
a hidden worry rose in his heart.

Beauty wasn't a fault, but such an appearance was a curse.

This child couldn't be kept!

But this was their first child, their daughter. How could they possibly do this? The Princess Consort
, clutching her daughter, cried and begged the Prince to keep her.

The Prince, of course, couldn't bear to part with her; how could he abandon his own flesh and blood?

He refused to believe that he, a prince, couldn't protect his daughter! So he issued an order forbidding
anyone in the manor from revealing anything about the princess, under penalty of execution.

Nan Wei Zi lived secluded in the Prince's manor, rarely venturing out of her courtyard. Unlike her later-born siblings,
she was quiet, devoid of great joy or anger, and even rarely smiled.

She knew she was different; her difference wasn't just her rare purple eyes, but also her ability to see strange
images.

At first, she saw a maidservant soaking wet. She was puzzled, but in the blink of an eye, the maidservant was
clean, not a drop of moisture on her body. She thought it was a hallucination and didn't think much of it.

But the next day, she heard that the maidservant had fallen into the pond and drowned in the middle of the night.

Although she remembered the hallucinations she had seen before, she didn't think much of it at the time. One day, the steward of the manor was preparing to return home
to visit his family and came to bid farewell to her father. She saw blood dripping from the steward's clothes, but she was the only one she saw; everyone else
looked normal.

This time, she was certain that what she saw was not a hallucination.

Not long after, she heard that the steward had been robbed on his way home, beheaded, and robbed of his money
.

These kinds of things kept happening, and she could no longer tell herself that it was a hallucination; what she saw was real, what she
saw was their death.

She didn't know why she was seeing these things. She wanted to tell her father and mother, but thinking of her
heterochromia, her appearance had already caused them enough worry; why add to their anxiety?

Besides, this ability had no effect on her. She never cared about other people's affairs; her nature was
indifferent , and apart from her own family, she never cared about others.

Unlike her lively and cheerful younger sister, she was always silent and calm. Her father jokingly said that her sister was the most dazzling
sunrise , while she was like Wei Zi, only to be admired from afar—noble, yet aloof.

She responded to her father's joke with a faint smile. Looking at her sister held in his arms, she felt no jealousy, for
she too loved this beautiful sunrise.

She thought these peaceful days would continue.

Until the Emperor's birthday…

The Emperor had already issued an order that everyone in the Southern Prince's manor must attend the birthday banquet. The Southern
Prince .

"Your Highness," the Southern Princess said, her face also filled with worry. She looked at her eldest daughter beside her. As the years passed, the beautiful
little girl grew up, becoming more beautiful every day. Although she had not yet reached marriageable age, her captivating beauty was
breathtaking .

How could such a face be seen by anyone?

"Father, just say I'm ill and can't go to the palace." Knowing their concerns, Nan Wei Zi spoke calmly,
her voice like a deep, secluded valley, sending shivers down their spines.

"You used the same excuse for the past two years, but this year it might be difficult." The Prince of Nan's face was grave. Even with the best efforts
to protect her, he couldn't silence the gossip.

Rumors had long circulated that the eldest princess of the Nan Prince's mansion was as beautiful as a celestial being, like a fairy descended from heaven.

And since Nan Wei Zi never left the mansion, these rumors grew stronger and stronger, eventually arousing the Emperor's curiosity, who wanted to
see Nan Wei Zi's appearance.

Nan Wei Zi lowered her eyes, her clear voice utterly calm. "Then I have no choice but to go." She knew she couldn't avoid it
this time .

The Emperor had personally spoken; as a subject, how could she refuse? Besides, the Nan family held immense power in the court, already
arousing the Emperor's suspicion. If she disobeyed the Emperor's wishes, she would only displease him further.

Prince Nan and his consort understood. They exchanged a glance, sighing inwardly, hoping this would pass without incident.

However, their fears were realized.

When Nan Wei Zi raised her head at the birthday banquet, the lively event fell silent; even the music
ceased.

All eyes were on her.

Dressed in simple white, without superfluous adornments, only the cuffs of her plain robe were embroidered with exquisite silver thread. Among the
vying ladies, she stood out like fresh snow, captivating all eyes. Not yet of marriageable age, her long, black hair
cascaded down like silk, gleaming in the moonlight. Her flawless face was as white as jade, and
her rare purple eyes, like crystal, were cool and noble, radiating a breathtaking beauty.

A celestial maiden—they had never seen one before, but even if such a maiden existed, she could not compare to the beauty before them.

Facing the astonished gazes of the crowd, Nan Wei Zi remained calm. Her purple eyes shifted, but her gaze wasn't fixed on the man
in ; rather

, it was on the person sitting next to the emperor. His gaze was too intense for her to ignore.

When their eyes met, her purple eyes slightly narrowed, and a smile played on his lips as he raised his wine
cup , then sipped it lightly, his dark eyes still fixed on her.

When she met his gaze, she didn't see him drinking; instead, she saw him holding a Wei Zi stalk,
a smile playing on his lips, and then… personally breaking it.

Chapter 1

Ran Fengchen, the renowned Prince of Dongling, was the late emperor's most favored fourth prince, who went to the battlefield at the age of fourteen.
In a short time, he conquered the invading barbarians of the north and expanded the territory of the Jinling Dynasty. Because of him,
the surrounding countries that coveted the dynasty's wealth dared not act rashly.

He never suffered a defeat in his campaigns. It was said that on the battlefield, he was like a demon, striking fear into the hearts of the enemy.
The late emperor granted him half of the dynasty's military power, which was tantamount to giving him half of the throne. If he so desired, ascending the throne would be
a piece of cake.

The late emperor did not designate an heir apparent. Everyone was certain that the fourth prince would ascend the throne, but in the end, the late emperor appointed
the eldest prince as emperor. This result shocked the court officials, and for a time, the court was filled with unease, all believing that the fourth prince would
be dissatisfied and compete with the eldest prince for the throne.

Unexpectedly, the Fourth Prince remained completely silent, while the First Prince, upon ascending the throne, immediately eliminated his rivals.
Of the twelve sons the late Emperor had fathered, more than half were banished from the capital, their power stripped away, reduced to mere princes in name only.
The rest either died suddenly or were exiled. Only Ran Fengchen—the Fourth Prince, the most threatening to the throne—was untouched by the First
Prince .

Or rather,

the First Prince dared not touch a hair on his head. The late Emperor had decreed that the Emperor had no right to revoke the military power held by the Prince
of Dongling a pardon from death, meaning even the Emperor himself had no right to take his life.

The late Emperor's decree caused a worldwide uproar. Even without the throne, the Prince of Dongling wielded immense power, making him
virtually indistinguishable from the Emperor.

The Emperor understood this situation and treated the Prince of Dongling with utmost courtesy, even having him sit to the side at the birthday banquet
instead of among the other princes with the proper etiquette between ruler and subject.

The officials dared not utter a word about this impolite act. Although the dynasty belonged to the emperor, they all
knew that the true power lay with the Prince of Dongling.

The emperor, though holding a high position, was a pathetic ruler; his noble throne was like thin ice, requiring him not only to be
cautious of the Prince of Dongling but also to be wary of the Nan clan's power in court.

*Clang!*

A string on her zither suddenly snapped, grazing her fingertips and drawing a bead of bright red blood.

Looking at the wound, Nan Wei Zi felt a growing unease. Since the birthday banquet, her mind had been unsettled.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the broken Wei Zi, and… that man's wicked, cruel smile.

That smile made her tremble and uneasy; a heavy weight pressed on her chest, making her feel that something terrible
was about to happen.

Even her father and mother had been in low spirits these past few days. Since her appearance at the birthday banquet, imperial relatives and ministers had been constantly visiting
the Prince's residence, seeking to establish a marriage alliance with the Nan Prince's family.

Her father rejected all the marriage proposals, citing her young age. She could see the worry on his face.
He could refuse the ministers' proposals, but what about the Emperor himself?

Or perhaps the powerful Prince of Dongling, who held immense influence and was like an underworld monarch?

Nan Wei Zi lowered her eyes. No one had come to propose marriage for the past two days, but this situation only made her more uneasy, because her father
had been summoned to the palace by the Emperor that morning…

“Sister! Sister!” Before she even entered, a series of shouts came from outside the door. A moment later, a
figure in pale yellow pushed open the door and rushed into the inner room.

“Le’er, what’s wrong?” Seeing her younger sister rush in breathlessly, her delicate face flushed from running,
her beautiful dark eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked at her, Nan Wei Zi couldn’t help but smile faintly. Her restless heart
gradually calmed down as the morning sun streamed in. She picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her sister’s face.

"Why are you running so fast? What happened?"

Nan Xinle closed her eyes, enjoying her sister's gentleness. The handkerchief smelled of her sister; she loved it. "Sister, I
just heard that the Emperor wanted you to study at the White Pagoda and inherit the position of Holy Maiden, but Father refused."
She pouted, not understanding why her father would refuse. Holy Maiden! That was an unparalleled honor.

"Holy Maiden?" Nan Wei Ziwei was stunned. The Jinling Dynasty had always believed in ghosts and gods, and the Holy Maiden held a sacred position in the dynasty.
The White Pagoda was a serene holy place, and only the candidate for Holy Maiden could enter. This tradition had been passed down for
hundreds of years. Currently, the successor to the Holy Maiden had not yet been chosen, yet the Emperor suddenly designated her, and after the birthday banquet no less.

The Holy Maiden's position in the dynasty was no less than that of the emperor, and even the emperor had to respect the Holy Maiden. Her father commanded
800,000 troops, and with the Nan family's influence in the court... the Emperor was too busy trying to overthrow the Nan family, so how could he possibly
let her succeed as Holy Maiden and make the Nan family's power even greater?

What was the Emperor's purpose? And why did Father refuse? Father had always been loyal to the court. Even though he knew
the Emperor was wary of the Nan family, he never questioned the Emperor's decisions. Moreover, if she were to succeed as the Holy Maiden,
it would be an honor for the Nan family…

“And Father’s face was so grim when he came back. Mother’s face
also changed when she learned that the Emperor wanted you to succeed as the Holy Maiden. It’s so strange.” She didn’t understand why her father and mother were not happy at all. “I wanted to ask, but
Father told the wet nurse to take me away, and then he and Mother went into their room, not letting me hear what they were saying.”

Nan Xinle pouted almost in protest. Her father had always doted on her and had never refused her anything, but this time he
ignored her pleading and actually told the wet nurse to take her away.

“Sister, why do you think Father refused?” Holding Nan Weizi’s hand, she asked in confusion, but she
didn’t get a response. Nan Xinle felt strange and looked up at her sister. "Sister, sister!"

Nan Wei Zi snapped out of her daze, seeing her younger sister's puzzled look. She smiled slightly, "Le'er, be good. I think Father has his
reasons."

"What reasons?" She didn't understand. She just wanted to know what her father and mother were talking about. "Sister,
let's eavesdrop!"

Before Nan Wei Zi could answer, her younger sister pulled her away. She didn't stop her sister; she also wanted to know the reason.

The two arrived at their parents' villa. Nan Xinle secretly pulled Nan Wei Zi to squat under the window. Just as they were about
to peek inside to see if anyone was there, they heard the Princess Consort's voice.

"The Emperor actually wants Wei Zi to enter the White Pagoda. What does he want to do? Does he want Wei Zi to become their plaything?" The Princess
Consort's voice was very agitated.

Plaything?!

Nan Wei Zi was slightly stunned, not understanding what her mother meant.

"Your Highness, you mustn't slander His Majesty..."

"How can this be slander? Don't you know perfectly well that the so-called Holy Maiden is just the Emperor's personal possession, and even has to
serve those imperial relatives? She's called a Holy Maiden, but she's no different from a prostitute. How can my Wei Zi be
treated like this?" The Princess Consort of the South almost screamed.

"Calm down..."

"How can I calm down? If our ancestor hadn't married the eldest princess, how would we know this
secret ? If we didn't know this secret that belongs only to the royal family, we would probably be thanking the Emperor for his grace right now
, unaware that we're sending our daughter into a fire."

"I've already refused the Emperor, and he's agreed, so don't worry..."

"How can I not worry? You can refuse now because Wei Zi is still young, but what about later? Wei Zi
won't be a child forever! You can refuse now, but can you refuse forever?"

Hearing her mother cry, Nan Wei Zi lowered her eyes, covered her younger sister's mouth with her hand, and gently shook her head at Nan Xin Le.
Her parents were still arguing, but she knew there was no need to listen anymore. She reached out and pulled her sister away.

"Sister..." As soon as they left the courtyard, Nan Xin Le immediately grabbed her sister's hand, her little face still
shocked by what she had just heard. Although she was young, she understood what her father and mother said. She never imagined that the so-called Holy Maiden
was actually...

"Le'er, remember not to tell anyone what you just heard, and don't let Father and the others know, understand?"
Nan Wei Zi solemnly instructed, her delicate face remaining calm, unlike her younger sister's panic.

"Le'er understands." Nan Xin Le nodded vigorously, her dark eyes fixed on her older sister. "Sister, you absolutely cannot become the
Holy Maiden..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen. Didn't Father refuse?" Nan Wei Zi smiled to comfort her younger sister.

"But..." She hadn't forgotten what her mother had just said: her older sister would grow up and wouldn't be a child forever. How many more times could
Father refuse?

"Don't worry." Nan Wei Zi understood her younger sister's concerns. "There will be a way."

Although she said this, her own mind was even more chaotic.

After sending her younger sister back to her room and reminding her again not to tell anyone what she had heard, Nan Wei Zi turned and walked back to her own
courtyard.

Hearing her parents' conversation, she finally understood why her father had refused. It turned out that the so-called Holy Maiden was so
despicable .

Her purple eyes lingered for a moment, recalling her mother's words. The Emperor wasn't someone easily refused; once he'd spoken, he
wouldn't give up easily. And how long could her father refuse? The Emperor's authority was unpredictable, especially since the Nan family was a
thorn in his side.

The Emperor had many ways to obtain her, the most direct being to bring her into the palace as a concubine. However, he feared this would
increase the Nan family's power, hence his request for her to succeed as the Holy Maiden. He hadn't expected her father to refuse.
Given the Emperor's suspicious nature, and considering their ancestor's marriage to the Eldest Princess, the Emperor would surely connect the dots.

Thinking of this, her unease deepened. Her father had no reservations about the Emperor. He
was utterly loyal the Emperor, knowing the Emperor's concerns, yet still devoted to the monarch
. He didn't realize that serving the Emperor was like walking on thin ice; no matter how loyal, threatening the Emperor's throne was a crime.

But she couldn't say these words aloud. Her father would only see it as treason in his anger; he couldn't tolerate any
disrespect towards the Emperor.

Nan Wei Zi understood her father's loyalty, though she saw it as blind devotion. Now, with the Emperor bringing up the matter of the Holy Maiden,
she couldn't discern his intentions, yet her heart was filled with unease.

She knew things wouldn't end there.

Stepping into the room, she was startled to hear the sound of a zither coming from the inner chamber.

Who was in her room?

It couldn't be one of the maids; they would never touch her zither.

The melodious zither music flowed like a cold spring, yet contained a hint of domineering power. The music was domineering and chilling, making it
hard to breathe .

Nan Wei Zi's heart trembled slightly, a cruel smile flashing through her mind. Her purple eyes darkened slightly. After a pause, she entered the inner
chamber and looked up at the smiling owner.

His delicate face held a handsome, faint smile, a bright red birthmark between his brows adding a touch of devilish charm. His dark eyes
gleamed with a deep, unfathomable light. He wore a black robe with gold trim on the sleeves, his black hair tied back with a jade crown.
Though adorned with no extra ornaments, his noble aura was undeniable.

Such a man needed no jewels; he was a dazzling brilliance in himself, impossible to ignore.

His fingertips plucked the zither strings. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, yet devoid of any elegance—
the hands of a martial artist. Such hands were unsuitable for playing the zither, yet in his hands, the zither was like a plaything, allowing him to pluck out melodious sounds.

The music was like sharp blades, bursting with a menacing aura that made one's heart tremble. It was as if he wasn't playing a zither, but wielding a sword,
and she was trapped in his rain of swords.

His hands plucked the strings, but his deep, dark eyes were fixed on her. Nan Wei Zi was familiar with his gaze; he had looked at her with the same expression at the birthday banquet
.

Like a wild leopard, and she, a broken flower beneath his claws.

His purple eyes narrowed. She sat down on the chair, her attire white, unlike his black. Black and white, they
stared at each other; he smiled faintly, while she remained indifferent.

*Clang!* A string snapped, a sharp gust of air flying towards Nan Wei Zi, grazing her right cheek. She felt a sharp pain; a cut appeared on

her delicate face , a bead of blood faintly visible. 　　Nan Wei Zi's expression remained unchanged, unmoved by the injury on her right cheek. She had never cared much for her face. If he thought this would frighten her, he would be disappointed. 　　Ran Feng Chen looked at the broken string with pity, almost sighing. "I just changed the strings, I didn't expect it to break so quickly. It's a pity I was enjoying my performance." 　　"It's just a broken zither. If it can make Your Highness happy, that's its value," Nan Wei Zi said coldly. 　　Ran Fengchen chuckled softly, slowly raising his eyes to look at the blood-streaked wound on her face, then meeting her calm purple eyes. His hand caressed the guzheng, its body narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a phoenix's tail, made of rare ebony wood, even the strings were made of rare white fox fur mixed with silk, demonstrating its preciousness. 　　"The Phoenix Wing Qin, so coveted by scholars and gentlemen, is merely a broken instrument in the princess's eyes. The Phoenix Wing Qin must be lamenting." 　　"Just a pastime, no matter how precious, it's still just a guzheng." Like her beauty, in old age, wouldn't it all be empty? 　　"But people are always greedy. With a treasure before them, why settle for something inferior? Of course, they should hold the treasure tightly in their hands, not allowing others to covet it." He put down the guzheng, stood up and walked towards her, his fingers lifting her delicate chin, his fingertips tracing the wound. "Like you, precious Wei Zi, only I can pluck your beautiful petals."

She didn't evade his control; her purple eyes remained indifferent, unmoved by his words. "Your Highness is joking. Wei
Zi is no plaything."

"Heh!" Ran Fengchen chuckled softly, his voice even lower and gentler, his fingers caressing her cheek as if touching a fragile
treasure. "After the Emperor's birthday banquet, what difference do you think there is between you and that Phoenix Winged Zither?"

Seeing the ripples in her purple eyes, he feigned surprise. "Oh, you and the Phoenix Winged Zither are certainly different. The zither is
an inanimate object, without any ties, while you… is that right?"

Nan Wei Zi's expression turned cold, her purple eyes no longer indifferent, but glaring at him almost sharply. "
What do you intend to do to my family?"

"Wrong." Ran Fengchen lowered his handsome face, his thin lips almost touching hers; he could feel her agitated
breath . "Wei Zi, it wasn't me who spoke. Prince Nan's refusal was unwise. The honor of being a Holy Maiden is something everyone
desires , yet Prince Nan dared to refuse the Emperor. What do you think the Emperor will think?"

Seeing her silence, and her lack of avoidance of his approach, his dark eyes flashed, and his smile deepened. He released her, placing his
hands behind his back, and spoke softly as if deep in thought. "I remember the Nan family once married the Eldest Princess, so they must know this
secret ."

"Your royal family is truly filthy and corrupt." Nan Wei Zi raised her chin, her suppressed emotions not lessened by his retreat
. She clenched her fists secretly; every word he spoke made her heart tremble.

"Yes." Ran Fengchen didn't deny it, a slight sneer on his lips, "But isn't the Nan family, who know this secret, also
an accomplice?"

"We had no choice." The Emperor's power was overwhelming; the Nan family were merely subjects. Even if they knew, what could they do? They
were powerless to stop it, fearing that the royal family would find out and bring about the extermination of their clan.

"But Prince Nan made a choice, he refused. What do you think the Emperor will think?" That suspicious monarch
wouldn't let them off easily.

Nan Wei Zi took a deep breath, trying her best to remain calm. "If the Nan Prince's Mansion is gone, the
Emperor's next target will be you, Prince Dongling." If the Nan family was a thorn in the Emperor's throat, then Prince Dongling would definitely be a sharp blade in his heart.

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Ignoring her provocation, his handsome face held a smile, as if he was enjoying her
struggle.

Nan Wei Zi felt like a plaything being toyed with. Every word and action of hers seemed to be under his control
. She had lost this confrontation from the very beginning.

She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her purple pupils were clear and calm as she stared at him intently. "
What ?"

Her change caused his dark eyes to brighten slightly.
He picked up a strand of hair from her chest with interest, his fingers lightly stroking the soft black hair as he looked her over with amusement.

"It seems you have more than just this beautiful face." He didn't deny being attracted to her stunning beauty
. Beautiful things always captivate the heart. He originally only wanted to collect her, but now... he discovered
something .

This Wei Zi was not only beautiful. Seeing him appear, she was neither surprised nor surprised, and calmly spoke to him. But she was
still too naive. His few words made her flustered, yet she still struggled to resist. He thought
that was all she could do, but when she realized the situation had already turned against her, she easily accepted it, turned to face it calmly,
and waited for him to strike.

Interesting!

He lowered his head and kissed the strand of hair in his hand, his charming eyes looking at her.

"My purpose... what do you think?" With a smile, he released the black hair, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the door.

His actions startled Nan Wei Zi. "Prince of Dongling!" He left so easily?

"I'll wait for you, my Wei Zi." With that, Ran Fengchen leisurely departed, as if the Southern Prince's residence were his
own , where he could come and go as he pleased.

Nan Wei Zi stared blankly at him. Only when he was truly gone did her tense emotions finally relax. Only then
did she realize her hands were trembling.

Clutching her trembling hands tightly, Nan Wei Zi could no longer maintain her composure. Every word Ran Fengchen uttered
echoed in her ears.

What did he want to do? What did the Emperor want to do?

She knew the Emperor wanted to overthrow the Nan family's power, but her father had always been incorruptible and loyal to the dynasty; the Emperor
simply couldn't find an opportunity.

Nothing will happen—

she told herself, closing her eyes tightly.

As for the matter of the Holy Maiden… as long as the Emperor spoke up next time, she would get her father to agree. Becoming a plaything of the royal family
didn't matter; she didn't care.

And Ran Fengchen… Nan Wei Zi couldn't help but tremble.

She couldn't understand him...

The image that kept flashing through her mind was of Wei Zihua, broken and mangled, her petals seemingly weeping blood, plucked
one by .

Since the Emperor brought up the matter of the Holy Maiden, no one had come to propose marriage anymore, but many more
ministers , each offering lavish gifts, hoping to cultivate a good relationship with the Southern Prince's Mansion.

The Southern family had held high positions in the court for generations, their influence unparalleled. Moreover, the Southern Prince commanded 800,000
troops and was highly valued by the Emperor. With the Emperor bringing up the matter of the Holy Maiden again, although the Southern Prince had refused, everyone
knew that the Holy Maiden's appointment was inevitable.

If the Southern Prince's eldest princess truly became the Holy Maiden, her status in the Jinling Dynasty would be extremely prestigious; even
the Emperor would have to show her deference. Wouldn't the Southern family's power be at its zenith? Therefore, a group of sycophants
constantly came to curry favor.

The Emperor only mentioned the Holy Maiden once, and as time passed, fewer officials came to visit, and the Southern Prince's residence
gradually returned to peace.

The Southern Prince and Princess were naturally relieved by this. A year passed, Nan Wei Zi had turned sixteen,
and the Emperor no longer mentioned the Holy Maiden; they assumed he had given up.

But Nan Wei Zi remained uneasy. The calmer things became, the more her unease deepened. Not only the Emperor, but even
Ran Feng Chen hadn't appeared again.

She knew that someone like Ran Feng Chen wouldn't give up easily. She knew he wanted her, but
she didn't know what he was thinking.

Getting her was easy for him; if he asked, even her father couldn't refuse,
and even the Emperor probably feared him. Although he was only a prince, his power rivaled that of an emperor.

Such a man could have anything he wanted, let alone her.

Yet he made no move, except for that one time when he came to her room and said those words…

He said he was waiting for her.

Waiting for what? Waiting for her to come to us in person?

"It's terrible! Miss, it's terrible!" A maid rushed in, flustered.

"Mingyu, what's wrong?" Nan Weizi looked up, the maid's panic making her heart tighten, a bad premonition rising within her.

"Someone said that the Prince is colluding with the enemy and betraying the country, the Imperial Guards have surrounded the Prince's residence, and they've sent men to arrest him..."

"How could that be?!" Nan Weizi stood up in shock and quickly ran to the main hall. From afar, she saw
the Imperial Guards heavily surrounding the residence.

"Father—" She fell silent, her face turning pale instantly, staring blankly at the Prince.

"Weizi." Even surrounded, the Prince remained composed, ignoring the surrounding army, and calmly
gave his orders. "Don't worry, it's alright. I have always been loyal to the Emperor, and the Emperor would never easily believe such a ridiculous
thing."

"Your Highness..." The Princess Consort's eyes reddened as she grasped her husband's hand, looking at the surrounding Imperial Guards, her gentle face
filled with unease.

"Your Highness, don't worry." Patting his wife's hand, the Prince of Nan looked at his eldest daughter. "Wei Zi, take good care of
Mother, Le'er, and Yu'er."

He knew his frail wife must be panicked at this moment. Le'er and Yu'er were still young, while his eldest daughter had always been strong, and
he knew she could take good care of the palace.

"Let's go!" With his hands behind his back, without handcuffs or shackles, the Prince of Nan followed the Imperial Guards away.

Watching her father's departing figure, Nan Wei Zi couldn't help but tremble. She saw blood flowing from her father's neck, though
it was only for a moment, she saw it clearly.

The Princess tightly hugged her young children, looked up at her eldest daughter, and was already in a state of panic, but as a mother,
she still mustered her strength and said to her eldest daughter, "Wei Zi, don't worry, your father will be alright." She comforted
her daughter , but her voice was weak and powerless.

Facing her mother's tearful eyes, Nan Wei Zi clenched her fists tightly. She couldn't say anything, at this moment, she
couldn't do anything .

"Sister, Father will be alright, right?" Nan Xinle bit her lip, looking at her sister with fear.

Nan Weizi forced a smile. "Yes, he'll be alright..." But
the scene she had just witnessed kept replaying in her mind.

It must be a hallucination, it must be...

she told herself.

But two days later, news spread that her father had confessed his crimes and committed suicide in prison. As soon as this news reached the Nan Prince's residence, the
Princess Consort fainted.

Immediately, the Imperial Guards surrounded the Nan Prince's residence.

"Princess! The Imperial Guards are here! We will escort you away!" Several guards stood at the gate, and the head
guard hurriedly spoke.

Nan Weizi's face was pale. She looked at her unconscious mother and her sister, who was clutching her younger brother in fear, her hands
clenched tightly .

"Guard Li, split into three groups, each escorting the Princess Consort, Le'er, and Yu'er away." Time was of the essence; she knew
there could be no hesitation at this moment.

"Then Princess, you..."

"Don't worry, the Emperor won't make things difficult for me." Her face could save her life and buy her some time.
"Hurry!"

"Yes!" The guards immediately grabbed Nan Xinle and Nan Feiyu, and were about to pick up the unconscious Princess Nan when she
suddenly regained consciousness.

"Mother!" Nan Weizi grasped Princess Nan's hand.

Princess Nan's face was haggard; the pain of losing her husband had aged her decades in an instant, even her black hair was half white. "Weizi
..."

"Mother, the Imperial Guards are here. I'll have Guard Li escort you away immediately." She knew her mother's pain, but
at this moment, there was no time to lose.

"Guard Li..." Princess Nan looked up at the loyal guard.

"Princess!" Guard Li immediately stepped forward. "

Protect the princess and the others well..." After speaking, Princess Nan quickly pulled out the hairpin from her hair and stabbed it into her chest.

"No—" Nan Weizi screamed, but she couldn't stop her mother's actions. Bright red blood splattered on her face,
staining her eyes red.

"Mother!" Nan Xinle cried out in fright.

"Mother...why..." Nan Weizi reached out and covered her mother's chest, the warm blood making her hand
tremble , just like the scene she had witnessed yesterday.

She had seen her mother's chest stained with blood, and ever since then, she had been trembling with fear, constantly on guard. She never expected
...she never expected...

"Weizi..." Princess Nan smiled gently, reaching out to stroke her daughter's face. "Your father is gone...
I cannot live alone...take good care of Le'er and Yu'er..."

"Mother..." Nan Weizi's eyes were filled with tears, and under Princess Nan's gaze, she nodded gently.

Princess Nan looked at her daughter's beautiful face. Even though it was pale, even though it was splattered with blood, this face was still delicate
and flawless, cold and exquisitely beautiful, just like the moment she was born, so beautiful that it seemed otherworldly, so beautiful that it made one's
heart tremble . Princess Nan laughed silently, her voice low and hoarse. "In the end...in the end...such breathtaking beauty, is it a curse rather than a blessing
..."

Nan Wei Zi trembled violently, staring blankly at the Princess Consort.

"But...Wei Zi, you will always be your mother's most beloved daughter..." The Princess Consort said with
a , her eyes slowly closing.

Nan Wei Zi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face...

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