Chapter 50: Divine Soldier? Female Disaster?

After the banquet ended, after seeing off the guests, the Princess of Anbei waved at Pan Yueqing from a distance. "Yue girl, is it okay if I call you that?" After getting Pan Yueqing's consent, she took Pan Yueqing's hand and led her to the attic in the backyard of the mansion where she kept the relics of the Western Wei Dynasty. The maid beside her served a bowl of fragrant tea.

Pan Yueqing took a sip and felt that the tea was fragrant with a refreshing aroma. She looked up in surprise and met the smile of the Princess of Anbei. "This is the remaining Suran flower tea I have. The method of making this tea has been passed down from generation to generation by the tea masters who supplied the Western Wei royal family. When I first came here, my mother often had someone bring it to me. Later, the Western Wei Dynasty perished, and even the tea masters who knew how to make this tea lost their news."

"What a pity..." Pan Yueqing lowered her eyes. The Western Wei Dynasty was destroyed by barbaric tribes that ate raw meat and drank blood. This small country, which originally had a population of nearly two hundred thousand, was all massacred and enslaved within just one year.

"Yue girl, this gift is the best, the very best gift I've ever received." There was kindness in the Princess of Anbei's smile, but two tears slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes. Although her smile was filled with happiness, it seemed that there was a deep sorrow hidden behind this happiness. "It's been a long time since anyone called me by that name."

"Yue girl, there is a long story passed down in the Western Wei Dynasty." She pointed at the jadeite splendor in the box on the table, as if she wanted to pour out half of her life's story to Pan Yueqing. "I always feel that if no one knows these things, the Western Wei Dynasty will truly be a lost country."

"I'm different from all the other princesses. I once entered the battlefield with a long spear in hand and used a curved saber to cut off the heads of the enemies. But I couldn't stop the decline of the Western Wei Dynasty. I... I spent my whole life unable to save my beloved homeland like the divine soldiers descending from the sky as described in the astrology books." The Princess of Anbei took Pan Yueqing and sat on the attic. She dismissed everyone, lay on the beauty couch with her eyes closed, and a tear fell. "When I was born, there was a red moon in the sky. In our story, a monarch born under the blessing of the red moon would lead the Western Wei to prosperity, just like the founder of the Western Wei Dynasty a hundred years ago. So the whole Western Wei was looking forward to a powerful and strong monarch."

"But it turned out to be me, a princess." The Princess of Anbei smiled helplessly, and her eyes were filled with glistening light. "So I, who was supposed to be the savior of the Western Wei, became the greatest disaster. In the first fourteen years of my life, I lived as a man. Just because my father and mother couldn't bear to kill me."

"They thought that as long as I lived my whole life as a man, I could be safe and sound. The continuous wars forced me to set foot on the battlefield, but I adapted to the battlefield unexpectedly well and gradually became one of the top generals in the Western Wei. When the enemy troops were pressing down on our borders, my country couldn't marry off any princess. But the Western Wei was too weak, and it could only seek the protection of a powerful country. My father didn't dare to deceive the Northern Qi with a servant girl, so I put on red makeup and left my hometown." The Princess of Anbei let out a sigh. "I became a woman again, but I never saw my parents again."

Pan Yueqing's eyes widened. The red moon in the sky and the flickering of the Ziwei star were considered the yin - extreme killing star, which was bound to bring female disasters. In the mythology of the Western Wei Dynasty, the monarch symbolizing the divine soldiers descending from the sky, this myth that the Princess of Anbei had carried with her all her life, was actually so similar to what she herself was described as by Yang Lin. It was a pity that in the Northern Qi, she was identified as the killing star that brought disasters.

"Everything is fate," the Princess of Anbei adjusted her emotions and smiled at Pan Yueqing. "The first time I saw you, I felt that you and I were so similar. The dance you performed was originally a blessing dance in the Western Wei Dynasty. Only the royal family had the right to learn it. The Western Wei Dynasty has already perished, and there are very few people left. But the culture it once had shouldn't completely disappear with the fall of the country. I want to pass it on."

The expression of the Princess of Anbei made Pan Yueqing tremble slightly. She tightly held the Princess of Anbei's hand and sniffed slightly. She could understand such a feeling. Although there were regrets in the passage of time, one should still look forward. The knot in the Princess of Anbei's heart had been completely untied, but the knot in her own heart still couldn't be untied.

"Yue girl, these things here are actually just my obsessions." The Princess of Anbei smiled indifferently. She raised her hand and gently stroked the mutton - fat jade in her hand. She slowly stood up, turned her head to face the sunset glow, and raised her arms horizontally and danced slowly in front of the window.

Pan Yueqing watched her keep spinning, with her movements sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and gradually became mesmerized. Finally, the Princess of Anbei lay on the ground panting. Unlike the tragic posture of the beauty committing suicide in Pan Yueqing's dance, she raised her eyes with a smile to look at the sunset glow in the sky, put her hands together, and softly said a long string of words.

"I haven't danced this dance for a long time, but I still hope to bless you." The Princess of Anbei frowned slightly, and her gaze towards Pan Yueqing was full of mercy. "Thirteen years ago, I heard something. The Supervisor of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory left in a hurry, not only because he had calculated the fate of the royal family but also because he had calculated the person who would subvert it. That person was a girl. Yue girl, I know Su Ziyang. He wouldn't treat you well for no reason. I have a hunch that that girl is you. And I also think that you yourself know about this matter."

Pan Yueqing's face remained unchanged, and the smile on her lips didn't even stiffen for a moment, but she was shocked in her heart. Thirteen years ago, it was exactly the time when she was born! In her previous life, she died because of this prophecy. And in this life, among the people she had met, Yang Lin was not the only one who knew about it. How many people in the world knew about this matter?! And how many of them wanted to kill her?!

"I have no ill intentions," the Princess of Anbei clearly felt Pan Yueqing's vigilance and sighed slightly. "I just hope that the person born at the same time as me can avoid being as tragic as I am. I heard about it by chance at that time. Later, when I saw the Boruo Incense, I understood that Su Ziyang, who had disappeared for more than ten years, had come back. Now he is Mr. Yang from the seventeen households in Huangjidao. Only the people of his lineage can solve the effects of the Boruo Incense, and he definitely wouldn't give you the detoxification and heat - clearing pill for no reason. This thing just has a vulgar name given by him. In fact, it's a detoxification medicine that many people long for but can't get."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your background, Yue girl. You have to remember that we are people, living people. Whether it's the savior in the eyes of the Western Wei or the female disaster in the eyes of the Northern Qi, we are just individuals."

Pan Yueqing looked at the sincere face of the Princess of Anbei. She was originally a very suspicious person, but the words of this woman had the power to make people feel at ease. She raised her eyes and smiled at the Princess of Anbei, and held the Princess of Anbei's hand. "Don't worry. The heart is originally at peace, and wisdom takes root. I will live well."