The Legend of Concubine Su

Deep within this magnificent palace, there lies a place seemingly forgotten by time: the chamber of Jing Ying's daughter. Here, there is no noise or lavish decoration, only endless tranquility and solitude. Jing Ying's daughter is like an orchid forgotten in the dust, quietly blooming, unattended.

Her life was simple and ordinary, repeating the same things every day - embroidery, reading, tea tasting, and occasionally taking a walk in the garden, but these activities were done alone. Her world had no hustle and bustle, no prosperity, only endless loneliness and solitude.

Jing Da Ying possessed a gentle disposition, like a mountain stream, clear and soft. She always smiled at everyone, never losing her temper or arguing. This gentleness should have served as a shield in the palace, allowing her to escape the intrigues and live a peaceful life. However, in a palace rife with intrigue and strife, this gentleness became her most fatal weakness.

Because of her kindness and innocence, the other concubines often exploited her for their own ends. They would deliberately stir up trouble and then pin the blame on Jing Da Ying, causing her to suffer the emperor's reprimands. However, Jing Da Ying always chose to forgive those who had hurt her, believing they were merely impulsive or misguided. This tolerance was not appreciated by the others; instead, it made them feel that Jing Da Ying was easy to bully, leading them to bully her even more recklessly.

Moonlight streamed down like a thread, casting a soft glow over the cold palace, as if even the moonlight felt pity for Jing's fate. She was dressed in a lotus-pink chiffon dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, like a freshly bloomed flower in spring, fresh and refined, yet with a touch of sadness.

The lightness of the tulle dress shrouded her figure like a wisp of mist. The neckline was adorned with delicate lace, the delicate lines like a masterpiece of art, gently outlining the graceful lines of her neck. The loose sleeves fluttered in the wind, reminiscent of a dancing fairy.

The skirt is tailored to her figure, showcasing her slender waist and long legs. The lace decoration at the hem adds a touch of romance and elegance, and every detail reveals exquisiteness and delicacy.

Yet, at this moment, she looked incredibly disheveled. Her once neat clothes were now disheveled, the lace at her collar a little messy. Her hair draped across her face, obscuring her once bright eyes. The lingering blush on her cheeks intertwined with the panic in her eyes, as if she had just experienced a terrifying storm.

A corner of the back garden, shrouded in moonlight, seemed exceptionally tranquil. There stood an exquisite rockery, covered in vines and flowers, emitting a delicate fragrance. Beneath it lay a clear spring, its surface reflecting the moon. In this beautiful and mysterious place, Jing agreed to a secret date with the handsome guard.

Jing Ying wore a pale pink dress intricately embroidered with floral patterns, her hair in a simple bun, adorned with a jade hairpin. Her face, lightly painted with makeup, looked remarkably fresh and refined. The guard, dressed in a black brocade robe and a golden belt, exuded a dashing presence. His handsome face and penetrating eyes captivated everyone.

Under the moonlight, they confessed their love, savoring the moment. Their feelings were as passionate and sincere as a blossoming flower, yet tinged with shyness and nervousness. They knew their relationship was forbidden, yet they couldn't suppress their inner longing. Just then, the Empress suddenly appeared before them. She was clad in a magnificent phoenix robe and crown, her makeup exquisite, her demeanor elegant. Her gaze pierced Jing Yingying and the guards, a flicker of anger and disappointment in her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" The Empress's voice was cold and stern, startling Jing Yingying and the guards. They quickly knelt in greeting, bowing their heads in silence. The Empress approached them, observing their nervous expressions with a surge of anger and helplessness. She understood that as the mistress of the harem, she must uphold the palace's rules and order. Yet, faced with the young couple's love, she felt immense pain and helplessness.

"Jing Yingda, you are a concubine in the harem, yet you did such a thing! Do you know your crime?" The Queen's voice became more and more severe. Jing Yingda was so frightened that she trembled all over and dared not look up at her. The guards knelt on the ground with their heads down, silently enduring the Queen's anger. The Queen sighed and shook her head. She knew that this incident had already happened, and no matter how much she blamed them, it would be of no use. She could only find a way to solve this problem so as not to affect the stability of the court. So, she decided to report the matter to the emperor and let the emperor deal with it. At the same time, she also hoped that through this incident, Jing Yingda and the guards would realize their mistakes and not repeat them.

"You shameless bitch!" The Queen's furious cry echoed through the night sky like thunder, shaking Jing Yingda from head to toe. She collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with despair and fear. At the Queen's command, the palace maids and eunuchs surged forward like a tide, surrounding Jing Yingda. In that moment, she felt like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to resist the hand of fate.

Inside the imperial study, flickering candlelight illuminated the emperor's stern face. He wore a bright yellow dragon robe, adorned with a five-clawed golden dragon that seemed lifelike, ready to soar and devour everything. The emperor's eyes were deep and piercing, as if they could see into people's hearts. When Jing Yingda was brought before the emperor, the atmosphere in the imperial study froze. The emperor's rage erupted like a volcano. He slammed the table and stood up, his eyes wide open, as if ready to devour Jing Yingda.

"You filthy woman, how dare you commit such a heinous act!" The emperor's voice was filled with anger and disappointment. Jing Yingda knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She begged the emperor for mercy, but the emperor's rage burned like a raging fire, too timid for a mere woman like her to extinguish. Finally, at the emperor's command, Jing Yingda and the guards were each beaten with fifty lashes, their flesh bloodied and their screams lingering. They were mercilessly imprisoned, their freedom and hope forever lost.

In this struggle between power and love, Jing is destined to be the loser. Her fate, like a drifting leaf, is beyond her control. Yet, within the deep palace, she perseveres in her pursuit of love in her own way. Even if this love ultimately dissolves, she has no regrets. For she knows how rare it is to find true love in a world filled with calculations and conspiracies. And this feeling will forever be her comfort and strength.