Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

At dawn, soft light filtered through the gauze curtains, spilling onto the large, carved bed. Xiao Yi slowly awoke, his head tilted to the side to see Li Lingyuan's cascading hair cascading across her pillow, her peaceful sleeping face like a blossoming spring flower. A doting smile played at the corner of his mouth, and he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, unable to resist placing a kiss on her forehead.

Li Lingyuan seemed to sense something, whimpering and slowly opening her eyes. She was met with Xiao Yi's affectionate gaze. "Morning, Lingyuan," Xiao Yi's voice was low and gentle. Li Lingyuan's cheeks flushed, and she softly replied, "Morning, Xiao Lang."

The two stood up, and the palace maids filed in to help them wash and change clothes. Li Lingyuan wore a pale pink silk dress, delicately embroidered with plum blossom patterns at the hem, which only accentuated her graceful figure. Xiao Yi wore a moon-white robe, tied with an inky black silk ribbon at his waist. His sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes exuded a refined and heroic spirit.

After breakfast, they walked hand in hand to the Imperial Garden. The garden was ablaze with blossoms, fluttering with colorful butterflies. Li Lingyuan excitedly ran to the edge of the flowers, crouching down to carefully admire a blooming peony. Xiao Yi followed behind, his heart filled with love at her childlike innocence. "This peony is in full bloom, its beauty and fragrance are just like Lingyuan," Xiao Yi said with a smile. Li Lingyuan gave him a stern look, "You're the only one who knows how to say sweet nothings."

They strolled along the winding path, occasionally stopping to admire a view, and sometimes sharing their aspirations for the future. Xiao Yi suggested, "Lingyuan, the weather is beautiful today. How about we go horseback riding in the suburbs?" Li Lingyuan's eyes lit up: "Great."

With that, the attendants saddled their horses, and the two of them rode out of the city together. Beyond the city walls lay green hills, verdant waters, and lush green grass. Xiao Yi gently gave his horse a kick and took the lead, with Li Lingyuan, not to be outdone, urging his horse to follow. They galloped freely across the grasslands, the wind whistling in their ears, as if all their worries had been cast aside.

Tired from running, they dismounted and rested by the stream. Xiao Yi plucked a small flower from the stream and gently inserted it into Li Lingyuan's hair: "My Lingyuan is so beautiful." Li Lingyuan smiled sweetly and leaned on Xiao Yi's shoulder.

It was almost evening when they returned to the palace. After dinner, Li Lingyuan dragged Xiao Yi to the study. She had recently developed a keen interest in Xiao Yi's lectures on modern literature and pestered him to explain it to her. Xiao Yi smiled helplessly, picked up an ancient book, and began to discuss the similarities and differences between modern and ancient literature. Li Lingyuan listened intently, frequently asking questions, and the two engaged in a lively discussion.

As the night deepened, they returned to their chambers. The maids had already prepared hot water, and the two of them bathed together in a tub sprinkled with flower petals. Amidst the mist, Xiao Yi gently wiped Li Lingyuan's body, while Li Lingyuan shyly lowered her head. After the bath, they embraced each other in bed, expressing their love and longing for each other, and gradually fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the days that followed, their lives remained sweet and fulfilling. Xiao Yi accompanied Li Lingyuan to various palace banquets, and watching her gracefully converse with the courtiers and their wives, deftly handling various situations, filled Xiao Yi with pride. And Li Lingyuan would quietly accompany Xiao Yi as he handled state affairs, offering him a cup of fragrant tea and offering him advice.

One day, a grand flower-viewing banquet was held in the palace. The imperial gardens were filled with a variety of rare flowers, their fragrance filling the air. As host, Li Lingyuan warmly greeted the guests. Xiao Yi watched her busy work from the side, a smile never leaving her lips. At the banquet, court musicians played melodious music, and dancers danced gracefully. Li Lingyuan, on a whim, pulled Xiao Yi onto the dance floor. Their graceful and elegant dance, like a divine couple, drew the admiration of the crowd.

In their free time, they would cook together. Xiao Yi taught Li Lingyuan some simple modern dishes. Although there were occasional hiccups in the kitchen, such as the heat not being properly controlled or the seasoning being misplaced, the two of them laughed heartily. Although their dishes were not as good as the imperial chef's, they still enjoyed them with gusto, as they were filled with their love for each other.

Another time, they left the palace incognito and arrived at a bustling market. The market was bustling with people, overflowing with a dazzling array of goods. Xiao Yi held Li Lingyuan's hand tightly, fearing she would be swept away by the crowd. They stopped at a small jewelry stall. Xiao Yi selected an exquisite jade hairpin and gently inserted it into Li Lingyuan's bun, saying, "This jade hairpin is perfect for my Lingyuan." Li Lingyuan was overjoyed and gave him a sachet she had woven herself in return.

As time passed, they celebrated important festivals. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a moon-viewing party was held in the palace. Xiao Yi and Li Lingyuan sat on a raised platform, savoring mooncakes while admiring the bright moon. Xiao Yi recounted modern Mid-Autumn Festival customs and legends, while Li Lingyuan shared ancient Mid-Autumn Festival stories. Beneath the bright moon, they embraced and kissed, vowing to be together forever.

On the occasion of the New Year, the entire palace was decorated with lanterns and filled with a festive atmosphere. They participated in a sacrificial ceremony together, praying for good weather and prosperity for the country in the coming year. Afterwards, they stayed up all night with everyone in the palace. When the New Year's bell rang, Xiao Yi hugged Li Lingyuan tightly in his arms: "Lingyuan, in the new year, I will love you even more." Li Lingyuan's eyes sparkled with tears of happiness: "Me too, Xiao Lang."

Whether handling state affairs or navigating the daily grind of life, Xiao Yi and Li Lingyuan were always there for each other, supporting each other. Their love blossomed with the most brilliant brilliance in this ancient palace, becoming a legendary story and immersing the entire palace and even the nation in a warm and happy atmosphere. They knew the days ahead were long, but as long as they were together, no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could overcome them hand in hand and continue their sweet journey.