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In the early morning, a gentle breeze caressed the air like a soft hand. In the courtyard of Concubine Su's bedroom, the fragrance of flowers lingered like a misty haze. The vibrant blossoms resembled fairies competing for beauty, each showcasing its own unique charm. The gentle breeze wafted their fragrance like the gurgling of a stream, seemingly soaking deep into the soul. Birds chirped joyfully from the branches, their clear, melodious voices lingering like a moving morning song. The exquisite desserts laid out on the stone table resembled meticulously crafted works of art, their forms breathtaking, their fragrance captivating and mouth-watering.

In this peaceful and beautiful morning, time quietly went back to last night. Last night, Concubine Su was angry and refused to pay attention to the emperor, but the emperor silently held her in his arms and lay there all night.

On the bed in Concubine Su's chamber, candlelight flickered softly in the night breeze, its dim glow illuminating every corner. Concubine Su turned sideways, her back to His Majesty, tears still streaking her face. Those glistening tears, illuminated by the candlelight, resembled broken pearls, evoking pity. The Emperor held her rigidly, his body tense as a drawn bowstring, yet his heart was ablaze with conflicting emotions.

A raging fire burned within his heart, and the love he had longed for, yet never achieved, for Concubine Su, surged forth like a flood at the moment he finally held her in his arms. His heart overflowed with joy, and he longed to hold this beloved woman tightly, yet he dared not touch her even a little, fearing that he would offend her and further displease her.

At the same time, conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind. Monogamy, as practiced by ordinary people, seemed unethical to him. As the Son of Heaven, he shouldered the weight of the empire. The rules and traditions of the palace were like heavy shackles, fettering his emotions. Yet, facing the woman he so deeply loved, Concubine Su, how could he not be moved? How could he not yearn to bestow upon her his one-and-only love?

The night was long and silent, with only the sound of their breathing intertwining in the air. That gentle breath seemed like the whisper of their inner entanglement and longing. Unconsciously, the light of dawn quietly fell.

At dawn, the emperor looked haggard, like an autumn leaf hit by frost, his eyes were bloodshot, and his exhausted expression was as if he had experienced a thrilling battle.

"My beloved, I tossed and turned last night, thinking over and over again. I think you'd better accept the current situation." The emperor's voice sounded a little tired, but with an unquestionable firmness, as if this was the imperial decree that could not be changed or disobeyed.

Concubine Su stood gracefully beside the flowers, her eyes as firm as a rock. She raised her head slightly and said, "If Your Majesty cannot agree to my request, I would rather stay with the green lamp and ancient Buddha, and stay alone in this lonely empty room." At this moment, although she felt nervous like a deer in her heart, she was more determined to fight to the death, as if in this deep palace, she had regarded all material things as nothing.

Upon hearing this, the emperor was immediately furious, his face as gloomy as a thundercloud about to erupt. He suddenly flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Are you threatening me? Isn't my love for you enough? Am I so heartless in your heart?" But in his heart, there was also a trace of panic like a spider's thread, and a fear of losing Concubine Su.

Concubine Su did not back down. She looked directly into the emperor's eyes and said, "I dare not threaten Your Majesty, but all I ask for is a true heart. If I can't get it, what meaning will the prosperous scene in this palace have to me? No matter how exquisite the snacks on the table are, without the company of true love, it is like chewing wax and tastes like sand; no matter how rich the fragrance of flowers in the garden is, without the support of true love, it is like poison that corrodes the heart; no matter how happily the birds on the branches sing, without true love, it is like sorrow and music that stings the soul." Her hands unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white, just like frosted branches in winter.

The emperor was so angry that he was shaking all over, like an autumn leaf in the wind. He flicked his sleeves again and shouted angrily: "This is nonsense!" After that, he turned around and knelt on one knee, holding Concubine Su's hand tightly, begging: "My dear, I have never been so humble. Can't you give in?" This action completely broke people's conventional perception of the emperor's inviolable majesty and unquestionable dignity.

Concubine Su was stunned by this sudden scene, and two voices in her heart were instantly in fierce conflict.

A voice said, "Alas, this is the Emperor. He has already done this. Why not compromise? Don't let this matter become unresolved. I'm afraid the days ahead will be difficult and hard."

Another voice retorted, "No! You absolutely cannot compromise. I am Su Jin, a remarkable woman who traveled through time. How can I easily bow to this feudal imperial power? I must fight for true love for myself."

Her heart was like a raging sea, and she frantically wondered, "Will His Majesty abandon me? Is my persistence right or wrong? I am Su Jin, from the modern era. How can I give in so easily? But this is the Emperor after all. What if I truly anger him? How will I cope? No, I cannot be timid. I must fight for myself."

But then she bit her lip again, resolute in her decision: "No, I can't retreat. I have traveled through time and space, how can I easily succumb to the strict rules of this palace?"

"Go, prepare pen and ink. I want to write a letter to the emperor to petition him." Concubine Su said to the palace maid beside her. Although her voice was a little trembling, it was still as firm as iron.

The palace maid quickly agreed and hurried to prepare.

Concubine Su stood in the courtyard, gazing into the distance, her mind a thousand thoughts, like catkins dancing in the sky. She knew that this was a risky move, like walking on a tightrope, but for the sake of her burning desire, she was willing to risk everything.

The breeze was still blowing gently and the fragrance of flowers was still in the air, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was unusually solemn, just like dark clouds about to cover the city.

I wonder how the emperor will react after receiving the letter. Will the emotional entanglement between Concubine Su and the emperor have a happy ending?