Outside the hall, a gentle breeze rustled the branches of the begonia trees. Inside, the warm aroma of freshly prepared dishes slowly filled the air. The memories came back to her naturally. Many years ago, in this very palace. Noble Consort Su sat to one side, patiently working at her embroidery, while the Empress Zhao smiled as she peeled fresh lychees with her own hands. Little Qingyuan’s cheeks were puffed out with fruit, and sweet lychee juice dribbled down the corners of her mouth. Little Mingshu quietly took out a handkerchief and wiped it away for her little sister. Little Xiao Heng had just returned from horseback archery practice, his cheeks still flushed from exertion. Sitting down beside Qingyuan, he asked earnestly, “Qingyuan.” Qingyuan looked up: “Hmm?” “If one day you could only choose one person to stay with,” he said, pointing first at Mingshu, “would you choose your sister?” Then he pointed at himself. “Or would you choose me?” Qingyuan froze, looking
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