Ji Wenxiu's body was as light as a cloud, softer still than a pool of water.
She threw herself into Lu Wu-bing's arms, greedily breathing in the scent of grass and sunlight on him, feeling nothing but peace in her heart.
This feeling of not having to worry about anything, of having someone shelter and shield her no matter how fierce the wind and rain, made her feel as though she had returned to her childhood.
Back then, her mother consort was still alive, and the intrigues and schemes outside were never spoken of before her.
Her only task each day had been to play happily.
The only place where she needed to pit her wits against anyone was when her mother consort tricked her into eating another bowl of rice.
This time, upon returning to Weijing, Ji Wenxiu was not truly optimistic about the future.
She only wanted to look a few more times upon the place where her mother consort had once lived. Even if someone harmed her, she wished to die in her homeland.
Because she asked for so little, even when filthy slanders crashed over her like tides, she did not take them too much to heart.
Every day, she only thought of holding on a little longer. If she truly could not endure any longer, then she would simply stop caring about all these rotten, tangled affairs.
That was what she thought in her heart, but actually freeing herself and leaving was easier said than done.
A thousand tangled threads surged into her heart.
Whenever she woke from dreams at night, she would sometimes recall how, when she had been driven into a corner with nowhere to turn, a youth in blue had descended from the heavens and appeared before her.
She could not drive