Chapter 4 Tương Di, I'm Coming to You Soon, Please Wait for Me

Beneath the cold, falling snow, the horse galloped at full speed. Tưởng Yên's horsemanship was truly impressive. She seemed like an Angel being as she rode the white steed, free and unrestrained in the snow. She nocked an arrow, a faint, somewhat forced smile on her face.

"Thư Nhi, my skills aren't that great, so don't move, alright?"

Her voice was sharp, like the ringing of a bell. Mo Thanh Thu smiled faintly. These tricks were rather mundane. Tưởng Yên was the first daughter of General Phiêu Kỵ, and from a young age, she had been skilled with weapons.

She slowly reminisced-these bullying tricks from Tưởng Yên were nothing new. She remembered the times Tưởng Yên rode at full speed, dragging her along the ground...

The arrow flew like the wind, grazing her face and leaving a small cut that red bled slightly. Her eyes narrowed coldly, resembling the cold gaze she had in the snowy night years ago, as if reminding her:

"Don't think that just because the Tần family is backing you, you're invincible."

Mo Thanh Thu smiled sweetly, while Tưởng Yên lightly covered her mouth, dismounting the horse. A hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

"Sister, you are hurt, Are you fine?"

Mo Thanh Thu smiled gently, gripping her bow firmly. She aimed precisely, recalling her mother's teachings: "Stay calm, stay calm."

The arrow brushed against Tưởng Yên's neck. She blinked, a little surprised, but then smiled and spoke cheerfully.

"Not bad. Your skills are decent."

His voice was deep and relaxed, carrying a carefree tone. The Crown Prince turned his head, laughing. Mo Thanh Thu bowed to him, then turned to leave. She had met this second brother several times before; he was a man of great integrity, well-liked by the emperor, a far cry from the First Prince.

Tưởng Yên, who had been designated the future Crown Princess of Nam Yến, glanced at her future husband but said nothing. After all, this marriage was forced, and no real love existed between them. Mo Thanh Thu felt a twinge of pity for Tưởng Yên. The people in the palace were merely puppets of their time...

As the quiet of the night fell, the New Year arrived. It was the eve of the 30th, and the palace was bustling with the crimson hues of fortune. Everything outside was still blanketed in snow. The concubines chattered animatedly, but Mo Thanh Thu paid them no mind.

Ninh Phi, with her regal beauty, tossed her hair with a charming elegance. The Empress was solemn, Tiêu Phi graceful, and Kiều Quý Phi...

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Mo Thanh Thu calmly enjoyed her wine. The grand hall was filled with joy, but she moved through the noise with ease, sipping from her cup, savoring the Đào Hoa Lộ wine. It was fragrant, as if the essence of spring and eternal youth had slipped down her throat.

Far away from the festive atmosphere in Doãn Tâm Hall, in the west garden, a thin figure stood in the snow. She was as graceful and untouchable as snow itself, gentle like the moon. Her frail hands brushed the buds of peach blossoms that had just begun to bloom, delicate and light. The spring wind still carried a chill from the northern lands.

"Madam, it's time to go back..."

Lan Phu Nhân paused, her gaze lifted to the snowy sky. She smiled, tears welling in her eyes. She was but a captive bird, confined by fate in this palace

"Tương Di, I'm coming to you soon, please wait for me just a little longer..."