The Legend of Concubine Su

Deep within the magnificent palace, Imperial Concubine Su Jingyue sat quietly by a window. Beyond lay a blossoming garden, its vibrant colors vying for attention in dazzling splendor. Yet, Su Jingyue's eyes were empty, as if the beauty beyond her window had no bearing on her. Ever since learning of the heroic sacrifice of Imperial Guard Lin Fei on the battlefield, her world had shattered. She wept daily, her once radiant face now haggard, as if drained of all life and energy.

Xiaoru, the personal maid, saw this and felt the pain in her heart. She knew the Empress's deep affection for Guard Lin, and understood how unbearable the pain of loss was. So, she quietly walked into the room, clutching a letter tightly in her hand. It was Guard Lin's only relic left on the battlefield. She cautiously walked over to Su Jingyue and whispered, "Empress, this is what Guard Lin left for you. Please take a look."

Su Jingyue shuddered at Xiaoru's words, as if struck by something. With trembling hands, she took the letter. The envelope felt like a thousand pounds, weighing heavily on her heart. She slowly opened it, and the familiar handwriting came into view: it was Lin Fei's last words.

"Jingyue, please allow me to call you that just once. Your happiness is my greatest pursuit in this life. In the next life, I hope to be with you and spend the rest of our lives together. But in this life, I'm afraid I can no longer accompany you. Please, after I'm gone, help me take good care of my two daughters and my wife. They are my only concern in this world."

Seeing this, Su Jingyue could no longer hold back her tears, which burst out like a flood, dripping onto the letter paper and blurring the affectionate handwriting. Her heart was filled with endless sorrow and despair, as if the whole world had collapsed.

Memories flooded back, and Su Jingyue recalled every detail of her acquaintance with Lin Fei. It was a sunny spring afternoon, and she was strolling through the palace gardens, enjoying the rare tranquility and beauty. However, fate played a trick on her. She accidentally twisted her ankle, leaving her in excruciating pain. Lin Fei happened to be passing by, and without hesitation, he helped her up. His concerned look touched Su Jingyue's heart. From then on, they would occasionally meet in the palace, each time a fleeting glance seemed to contain a thousand words, conveying their deep affection and concern for each other.

However, they knew the strict rules within the palace walls, and their feelings had to be buried deep in their hearts, never to be made public. Even so, Su Jingyue could sense the deep affection and protection in Lin Fei's eyes. Whenever she encountered difficulties or troubles, Lin Fei would always silently appear by her side, providing her with the strongest support and the warmest comfort.

However, he had now left this world forever, leaving Su Jingyue alone to face it all. She clutched the letter tightly, as if she could capture a trace of Lin Fei's presence, sense his presence. Xiaoru whispered softly, "My queen, please take care of yourself! Guard Lin's spirit in heaven wouldn't want to see you so sad."

Su Jingyue raised her head, looking at Xiaoru through tearful eyes. She choked with sobs and said, "Xiaoru, why is fate so cruel? We didn't even have the chance to be together. We're separated by the Yin and Yang." Xiaoru sighed softly, her heart filled with grief. "Your Majesty," she said, "Guard Lin is a good man. He would surely want you to live well and continue to enjoy a good life."

Su Jingyue nodded, her gaze growing firmer. "Yes, I can't let him down. I must fulfill his wishes and take good care of his family," she said. From then on, Su Jingyue began to regain her composure, no longer wallowing in the grief of losing Lin Fei. She secretly inquired about Lin Fei's family and learned that his wife and two daughters were struggling. So, she quietly sent money and daily necessities to them, and she frequently checked on them, ensuring they were living a stable life.

Once, Su Jingyue learned that Lin Fei's eldest daughter was seriously ill and had no money for treatment. Distraught, she ventured out of the palace, disregarding palace rules and prohibitions, to visit. Seeing the frail child lying on the sickbed, her heart was filled with pity and compassion. She immediately summoned the palace's best physician to treat the child, and personally stayed by her bedside, caring for her and keeping her company. Under her meticulous care, the child's condition finally improved, and she gradually regained her health.

Lin Fei's wife, Su Yuyue, burst into tears of gratitude. She took Su Jingyue's hand and said, "Your Highness, we have no way to repay your kindness. Not only did you save my daughter's life, but you also gave our family hope for life again." Su Jingyue shook her head gently and said, "This was Lin Fei's wish. You are also my sister. I just did what I should do."

While caring for Lin Fei's family, Su Jingyue gradually found inner peace and tranquility. She knew that although she and Lin Fei could not be together in this life, their love would continue in another form. This love would turn into endless strength and courage, supporting her to move forward.

Days passed, and Su Jingyue continued to lead a seemingly prosperous yet lonely life in the palace. But whenever she thought of Lin Fei, her heart was no longer filled with sadness and despair, but with warmth and strength. She knew that Lin Fei would always be by her side, guarding and protecting her.

Spring has arrived again, bringing life back to life. Su Jingyue strolled through the garden where she had once met Lin Fei, admiring the blossoms. The flowers were still in full bloom, dazzling and dazzling, but her old friend was no longer by her side. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she could smell Lin Fei's familiar scent and see his gentle smile again.

"Lin Fei, don't worry! I will live well and continue to enjoy my wonderful life," Su Jingyue whispered softly into the breeze. Her voice, though soft, was filled with determination and courage, as if to prove her resolve and faith to Lin Fei. The breeze gently brushed against her cheek, as if answering her call and her vow.

A gentle breeze, like soft fingers, gently rustled the flowers in the garden, bringing with it waves of fresh, intoxicating fragrance. This scent not only permeated the air but also quietly carried away the heavy longing in her heart. She stood quietly in the garden, as if she could feel every wisp of wind carrying her emotions, drifting away. Finally, she took a deep breath, turned, and left this garden filled with memories, walking resolutely back to her bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, everything seemed so tranquil and solemn. She walked to the desk, gently spread out a piece of flawless white rice paper, and picked up her brush. The fragrance of ink instantly filled the air. Her heart was filled with endless thoughts, and at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to pour all these emotions into her pen, transforming them into a letter that could never be sent.

She slowly wrote in the letter: "Lin Fei, I am doing well in the palace, don't worry. I have also taken good care of your family. They are all doing well and living a peaceful and happy life every day. Whenever the night is quiet and the moonlight fills the palace like water, I always think of you involuntarily. I remember that spring afternoon when we met. The sun was shining, the breeze was not dry, and your smile was like the warmest spring sunshine, illuminating my entire world. Although fate has made it impossible for us to be together, your shadow is like an eternal mark, deeply engraved in my heart. I will live on with strength, along with your tenacity and perseverance. I hope that you can find your own happiness and joy in another world."

After writing the letter, she gently blew the ink dry, carefully folded the letter, and placed it in an exquisite envelope with exquisite carvings. She knew that this letter could never be sent, but it was like a precious treasure, carrying her endless thoughts and deep affection for Lin Fei.

From then on, every night, when all was quiet, Su Jingyue would quietly go to her study, light a dim lamp, spread out a piece of rice paper, and write down her thoughts about Lin Fei. These letters were like a place of comfort for her soul. With each word she wrote, she felt a sense of peace and relief. These letters, which could not be sent, became an invisible bond between her and Lin Fei, connecting the emotions of two different worlds.

Time flies, and Su Jingyue endures long, lonely years in the palace. Yet, she always upholds Lin Fei's final wish, protecting his family while also guarding the pure and deep affection in her heart. In her own way, she lets this love bloom in her heart like a flower that never fades, perpetuating the emotional bond between them.