Três anos como escrava: todos no palácio enlouqueceram de arrependimento!

Author: Sobre o Manto Bordado

O filho do príncipe do palácio, de brilho incomparável. Lin Qian, que foi filho do Príncipe de Zhengxi por dezoito anos, foi inesperadamente informado de que, na verdade, era apenas um impostor, um falso herdeiro. A irmã que antes o amava, ergueu alto o chicote; a mãe que sempre o defendia, cavou armadilhas e tramou contra ele. Até mesmo a noiva, com quem havia jurado amor eterno sob as flores à luz da lua, o abandonou sem hesitar. Injustamente acusado e rebaixado, Lin Qian passou três anos no estábulo imperial, vendo tudo com clareza e perdendo qualquer esperança. Porém, justamente quando Lin Qian já não se importava com nada, todos no palácio começaram a se arrepender desesperadamente.

Três anos como escrava: todos no palácio enlouqueceram de arrependimento!

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Chapter One: Three Years in Servitude

Great Qian, Imperial Horse Bureau.

Snow blanketed the earth, the wind was biting, and winter's chill brought a desolate stillness. All was silent between heaven and earth; even wrapped in a soft leather robe, the cold wind seeping through the sleeves was enough to make one shudder.

At this moment, outside the Imperial Horse Bureau, two carriages stood side by side. Beside them, a man and a woman, clad in white fox fur, exuded an aura of nobility and refinement that seemed worlds apart from the foul, filthy chaos of the bureau, utterly out of place.

Facing them was Lin Qian, dressed in faded linen patched countless times, his body filthy and reeking of stable life, the stench of horse manure clinging to him. He stood opposite the pair, his gaze filled only with unfamiliarity.

"Sun Qian, Father sent me to bring you home," the woman in white fox fur, her hair adorned with dragon and phoenix hairpins, her bearing like an immortal from a hidden valley, spoke calmly.

"I have been demoted; this is my home now. Miss Sun, I must decline your invitation," Lin Qian knelt in refusal.

"You call yourself a servant?" Sun Feiyan’s disbelief was clear, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"Sun Qian, do you blame us? Do you blame us for sending you to the Imperial Horse Bureau?"

"I dare not blame anyone. My fate is simply as it should be," Lin Qian looked up at Sun Feiyan, his eyes devoid of argument and anger, holding only endless calm.

Once, he was the heir of the Western Defend