The Legend of Concubine Su

Inside the resplendent and dazzling Lanyue Pavilion, veils danced dreamily, each strand telling an ancient and romantic story. The air was filled with fragrance, like morning dew gently falling on flowers, fresh and enchanting, captivating. Princess Sasa of Nepal, clad in a gorgeous sari, resembled a fairy from a painting. With her unique grace and mystery, she carefully taught Su Jingyue the essence of Nepalese dance.

Each of her movements flowed like flowing clouds and water, fluid and rhythmic, as if every cell in her body spoke of ancient culture and wisdom. As she turned, her eyes sparkled with stars, and her gestures flowed gracefully, like a mountain spring, imbued with endless freshness and purity. This dance was not only a visual feast but also a spiritual cleansing, leaving Su Jingyue mesmerized, as if transported to a dreamlike world.

However, at that moment, a young eunuch in gorgeous palace attire hurried into the pavilion, whisk in hand, his steps light yet rapid, shattering the tranquility and beauty. He bowed respectfully, his voice tinged with nervousness and excitement, "Greetings to Concubine Ning and Concubine Su. The Emperor has already turned over Concubine Ning's nameplate. Please prepare to receive him."

This news was like a spring breeze blowing across the surface of a lake, stirring up ripples. Su Jingyue's face suddenly blossomed into a brilliant smile, that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm. She turned and looked at Princess Shasha, her eyes sparkling with sincere joy and blessings. She gently took Princess Shasha's hand and said softly, "Sister Ningfei, congratulations. The fact that the emperor has chosen you shows that you hold an extraordinary position in his heart. Tonight, you must seize this opportunity and let the emperor see your beauty and talent. I believe that you will be able to conquer the emperor's heart with your dance."

Upon hearing this, Princess Shasha's face lit up with a shy yet expectant smile. She looked at Su Jingyue gratefully and said softly, "Thank you, Imperial Concubine, for your blessing. I will do my best to live up to the Emperor's kindness. I also hope to showcase the unique charm of Nepalese dance at tonight's ball and captivate the Emperor and his ministers."

With the young eunuch's departure, tranquility returned to the Moon-Raising Pavilion. Yet, this stillness was tinged with an unusual sense of anticipation and tension. Princess Shasha and Su Jingyue continued their dance lessons, but both were already mentally preparing for the coming night. They knew that tonight would be a crucial turning point for Princess Shasha. Su Jingyue, in her heart, silently prayed for the foreign princess, hoping that everything would go smoothly for her, that she would win the emperor's favor and, in turn, add a touch of beauty to the friendship between the two nations.

After her bath, Princess Sasha's figure became even more graceful, like a fairy fresh from the Jade Pool, every inch of her skin radiating a soft glow. The young eunuchs, like a group of carefully choreographed dancers, moved gracefully and in unison. Each of their movements revealed their respect and care for the princess as they carefully carried her into the magnificent Emperor's chambers.

Inside the bedroom, flickering candlelight resembled countless spirits dancing joyfully, creating a dreamlike backdrop for the impending sacred moment. The walls were inlaid with dazzling gemstones, emitting a captivating glow, and the entire space was enveloped in a dreamy and solemn atmosphere.

Princess Shasha wore a moon-white, strapless tulle gown, light as mist, swaying gently with her steps like a stream of moonlight. Her skin, against the backdrop of the gown, looked even whiter, like a first snowflake on a winter's day, pure and delicate. Her eyes shone with shyness and anticipation, like a newly opened flower swaying gently in the breeze, awaiting the nourishment of spring rain. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, gently brushing against her fair neck, adding a touch of softness and charm.

Princess Sasha's beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in her inner gentleness and kindness. Her every smile is like a spring breeze, warming our hearts; her every word is like a flowing spring, nourishing our souls. Her presence makes the world a better place and fills people with hope for the future.

The Emperor, observing the scene before him, felt a surge of mixed emotions. He approached Princess Shasha with slow, yet steady steps, as if treading not on cold, hard ground but on soft clouds. His gaze remained fixed on her, gleaming with deep affection and longing. Finally, he reached her and stopped. He bent slightly, gently reaching out his hand, and gently stroked her cheek, his fingers so delicate as if he were afraid to disturb a sweet dream. He gazed at her, his eyes filled with cherishment and love. Then, the Emperor slowly leaned down and gently pressed his lips to her forehead. In that moment, time seemed to stop, and the whole world fell silent. His kiss, like a gentle spring breeze, caressed Princess Shasha's face, bringing a touch of sweetness. A faint blush crept across her cheek, as delicate and alluring as a blooming flower. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look directly into the emperor's eyes, but her heart was filled with happiness and joy.

With a soft sigh, the Emperor gently caressed Princess Shasha's shoulder and slowly peeled off her gauze. The gauze was like layer upon layer of mystery, each layer imbued with endless temptation and anticipation. As the gauze peeled away, Princess Shasha's skin gradually revealed itself, flawless and white as pearl, smooth and delicate as silk, and as warm and translucent as jade. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the entire palace was immersed in an indescribable tranquility and beauty.

The Emperor carefully lifted Princess Shasha into his arms, his movements gentle and soft, afraid to wake her. Their bodies clasped together, a fusion of hearts. Their chests pressed tightly together, each other's heartbeats audible. The feeling of their hearts gradually synchronizing brought their intimacy to an unprecedented level. At this moment, they were no longer two separate individuals, but a single, fused whole, feeling each other's presence and an indescribable warmth and sweetness.

Finally, on this beautiful night filled with poetry and romance, they completed a crucial ritual in their lives—the Zhougong Ceremony. At that moment, all shyness and reserve vanished like petals scattered by a spring breeze, transforming into endless tenderness and lingering affection. They seemed to be in a world where only they existed, oblivious to the world's chaos and bustle, left only with deep attachment and love.

Their bodies were tightly connected, each contact filled with warmth and passion, like a burning flame igniting the night sky. Their heartbeats were a harmonious symphony, producing a beautiful melody that enchanted the heart. Their breaths mingled, forming a unique rhythm, like the harmony of nature, bringing a feeling of immense comfort and peace.

At this moment, their hearts were deeply connected, sharing the deep affection and love that flowed from their hearts. When their eyes met, they seemed to see the longing and anticipation deep within each other's souls. This tacit understanding reinforced their conviction that their love would endure forever. In this sacred and beautiful moment, they vowed to forever engrave this deep affection and love in their hearts, making it the most precious memory of their lives. No matter what difficulties and challenges the future held, the memory of this moment would fill them with strength and courage, allowing them to persevere.