Mother in My Memory

  As the oriole's song, her face floated up to dance, a pink dress fluttering in the wind, her soft waist turning in mid-air, slowly falling, like a beautiful small flower about to wither, making people can't help but feel pity.

  The eyebrows coordinated with the lyrics and facial expressions, the piano sound suddenly high and low, humming a woman's sad and affectionate love story.

  The last bow, curtain call.

  The grand hall fell silent, and the woman hummed a tune in a low, gentle voice, like all things that had withered away in late autumn, finally becoming soundless and still.

  He slowly got up and knelt in the center of the main hall, waiting for the emperor's words.

  Mei's first reaction after coming back to her senses was: "Yan'er, your dance was too beautiful."

  Having said that, I feel that this combination is really not suitable. Immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty forgive me, the slave is temporarily lost."

  Xingdi stared blankly at Yan'er, this woman was truly amazing, not even listening to Chen'er's words, and walked straight down the stage to help Yan'er up: "I didn't expect you to be so stunning at such a young age." As he spoke, his hand also brushed against the palm of Yan'er's hand.

  This flirtation did not escape Pan Yu Yang's eyes, he stared at Yan Er fiercely: "Your Majesty, I am pregnant and this dance must have tired me out, let me take you back to rest." He wrapped his arms around Yan Er and directly returned to their seat.

  The back hall's Orolan had half her body exposed at the threshold, her fingers tightly pinching a string of pearl curtains. What a cheap trick! Not only did she make her future husband so concerned, but also deceived her own emperor father! Cheap woman!

  "Why be so angry?" Mu Qianxue laughed with a smile as she watched the scene from the side, her jade-like hand grasping the pearl curtain.

  Ou Roulan looked at Mu Qianxue, who was holding her hand, and felt not a shred of goodwill towards this woman. If it weren't for the Emperor's desire for the treasure, she would never have agreed to marry Pan Yueyang alongside her. She knew little about Pan Yueyang, only that he was young and promising, a General who had brought peace to the nation. The few times she had secretly seen him were enough to satisfy her curiosity. This man wasn't handsome, but it wasn't as if she loved him either - after all, they weren't familiar with each other and hadn't exchanged words. Yet, she was a princess, a high-and-mighty princess, how could she share a husband with so many women? Especially when one of them was Mu Qianxue, who held the same noble status as herself. In the world of princesses, this was an unforgivable shame.

  "This palace does not bother to get angry with a lowly woman." Orlene turned around, revealing the dignity that a princess should have.

  "The palace is looking at you and is very angry." Mu Qianxue covered her mouth, smiling at the third princess.

  "Hmph." Orlan turned around and was about to leave, those two good-for-nothings were not even worthy opponents for her, Orlan. Why bother losing face in front of an outsider?

  "Mu Qianxue still looked at the main hall, she knew that Ou Yulan would definitely not want to leave after hearing her words, and indeed..."

  "Oh?" Ou Ruolan turned around, looking very interested and waiting for Mu Qianshuang to speak.

  Mu Qianxue lowered her head and smiled, her gloomy face: "This face should be favored by oneself, can offend the imperial dignity in front of your father emperor, if Lan sister, you say... what crime should this kind of sinner be punished for?" Mu Qianxue proudly glanced at Xuan'er.

  "Where to start?" The two had apparently formed a temporary alliance for now.

  Mochizuki Chiyori leaned over to Orlane and whispered something in her ear, a self-satisfied smile spreading across Orlane's face.

  "Who would have thought that sister is so ruthless." Oulan played with her own hair, also glanced at the face of the main hall, Face, you wait for death!

  "Little sister, I'm a bit tired, so I'll head back to rest now," Mu Qianxue said with a smile before leaving directly. She thought that this was the best time for Ou Ruolan to think things over, and if she stayed any longer, it would only make Ou Ruolan suspect her intentions. The palace was indeed the best university for learning how to fight for men, haha.

  The banquet continued for a while, Yan'er was not in the mood for the banquet, but only frequently worried about her frown, making her hard to face this luxurious dinner. After a long time, the banquet was nearing its end, and Pan Yueyang took her and Cen'er back to the carriage on their way home.

  "Yan'er, today you really surprised me." Pan Yu Yang had a new understanding of Yan'er tonight.

  "I'm tired." Yan'er's face was cold, she lifted a corner of the carriage window curtain, there wasn't much scenery to see at night, but it was still more comfortable than facing Pan Yueyang.

  Two days later——

  The general's mansion was decorated with lanterns and streamers, but unexpectedly the old emperor's actions were surprisingly swift. In just two days, everything had been prepared for the third princess's wedding. Pan Yueyang coldly mocked herself, feeling more and more like a bird trapped in a cage: "Yunji, call Fenghe over."

  Shan Yunji listened to the order and immediately ran quickly, shouting for Feng He. The two of them didn't know what the master's order was, they only knew that it had something to do with Yan'er Furen.

  "General."

  "How has your face been lately?" He hadn't seen her since the last imperial palace banquet, first because he was busy with his grand wedding, and second because whenever he tried to visit her, she would deliberately avoid him.

  "General, madam has been the same as ever." This was true, for since madam and General He returned from their trip to Moon City, madam had remained indifferent to everything.

  "Go ahead." He couldn't hear what he wanted to know from Fenghe, and he didn't even know how he had offended this woman. It was as if he had spoiled her himself.

  "General, your uniform has been sent over, try it on." The housekeeper knocked and came in again.

  "Hmm." Since this woman doesn't know what's good for her, why bother reasoning with her!

  Time flies in the midst of various busy activities, and before you know it, it's already time to light the lamps. Tomorrow is his big wedding day, but for some reason, Pan Yu Yang feels unhappy in her heart. She sits alone on the rooftop with a wine jug, drinking silently, just like Bai Li Mu who often drinks alone on the roof. This behavior was hard for her to understand before, but now she knows why Bai Li Mu always does it - it's loneliness.

  "General!" Before it was even cool, Dan Yunji ran to the Cloud Residence to shout for Pan Yuanyang to get up. The bedroom was where Yan'er's wife had been living. Since the General returned from the Moon City, he either went to Mei'er's wife or spent the night in the study. Today, there was no one in the study either. When someone was sent to Autumn Meaning Residence to investigate, they didn't see the General either. Dan Yunji almost turned the entire General's residence upside down. He looked up and exclaimed, "Oh my mother! Their General is sleeping alone on the roof of the study!"

  "Quickly, a few of you come and bring the ladder to wake up General Pan." Yunji Shanyun shouted several times, but didn't see Pan Yuanyang waking up. Let's just go up and wake him up directly, today is the day of General's grand wedding after all.

  "Get out!" Pan Yu Yang opened his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot lines. His unshaven face was covered in a fine stubble as he sat listlessly on the rooftop.

  Duan Yunji took a look at him, waved his hand and ordered the crowd to withdraw the ladder. Anyway, it was evening when they would receive the bride, seeing General's mood wasn't very good, he thought it was better for himself not to provoke him.

  "Yang Er!" Pan Zhongtian's loud voice shouted, just in time for Pan Yuanyang who was still sleeping on the rooftop.

  "Get out!" Pan Yu Yang closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep.

  Pan Zhongtian flew towards the rooftop with his lightness skill, and with a rough but powerful big hand, he grabbed Pan Yuanyang and slammed him to the ground.

  Duan Yunji was so scared that his heart almost shattered. With such a high distance, wouldn't someone be bedridden for ten days or half a month if they fell down?!

  Pan Yu Yang was somewhat hungover, but not to the point where he didn't have basic reflexes. Just as he was falling through mid-air, a slightly more sober him did two flips and landed safely on his feet.

  "What a disappointment!" Pan Zhongtian looked at his disappointing son, who had married a princess and brought honor to their ancestors, but now seemed to have lost his senses over that demoness.

  "The son knows his mistake and will follow his father to the ancestral temple to worship their ancestors." The tone was much softer, Pan Yu Yang lowered her head, still considering her old father's feelings.

  "Hmph!" Pan Zhongtian ignored him and walked away.

  The family servants all pretended not to see anything, lowering their heads and doing their own thing, those who should have run away ran away quickly, it's better that the master doesn't know about his loss of face.

  Kneeling in the center of the ancestral hall, Pan Yu Yang looked at the arrangement of his ancestors' tablets. Mother... It had been many years since Pan Yu Yang last called out to his mother. He gazed at his mother's spirit tablet - Guan Shi.

  If mother were still alive, would I have been sent to the mountains as a child, far away from family and become a tool for father to cultivate into a killer?

  "Alright, Moon Sun, go burn incense and pay respects." Pan Zhongtian had already stood up.

  "Father never had mother in his heart." Pan Yu Yang lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner, if not for her own merits, Father would not have placed Mother's memorial tablet in the ancestral hall of the Pan family, how ridiculous.

  "It's almost noon, go back and prepare." Pan Zhongtian ignored him. Yuesun's birth mother was just a mistake to him, but he didn't expect that this woman would give birth to such an excellent son for him. As for the woman, he had long forgotten her in the distant clouds.

  Pan Yu Yang wiped the ancestral tablet of his mother, Guan Shi. On the tablet, there was only her surname and no name... He still had some vague memories from his childhood. His mother would take him to the large kitchen to cook meals for the family. At a young age, he would watch his mother's busy figure, and she would always smile lovingly and tell him to add more firewood, make the fire stronger. Whenever he saw things he hadn't eaten before and felt envious, his mother would hug him and apologize repeatedly. He and his mother would happily wash and scrub dishes together in the kitchen, although the water was cold, Pan Yu Yang's heart was warm. He didn't know how old he was when he started following his mother to do chores in the servants' quarters. His mother took him wherever she went until he was eight years old, then she left completely. It wasn't until then that his so-called father truly looked at him, and from then on, he became a tool for him, training in martial arts and going to battlefields to kill people. As long as he won, he couldn't lose!

  Pan Yu Yang went "thud" and knelt on the ground, knocking her head three times in a row, pursing her lips tightly.

  It was already noon when the two Pan brothers returned to their residence, and the servants were all busy with their duties, waiting for the right time to welcome Princess Taizhen.

  At dusk, Pan Yueyang, who was already dressed up, rode a white horse and led his entourage into the palace to meet his bride.

  Fenghe watched the general leave the mansion and quickly returned to Yan'er's room. Yesterday, Yan'er had already left Yunlu Courtyard because the madam was about to arrive, and this main courtyard could not accommodate servant girls who slept with their masters. Yan'er and Fenghe were arranged to move to another quieter and smaller Chunhan Xuan. Fenghe rushed back to the room: "Madam, the general has set off, let's start preparing too."

  Her face froze: "Preparing what?"

  "Offering tea and paying respects to the new princess!" Feng He looked at Yan'er in confusion.

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