Hua
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The bridal chamber followed ancient custom—soft lantern light, heavy curtains, and the quiet presence of elders watching from behind embroidered veils to ensure the marriage was properly fulfilled. The knowledge of their silent inspection weighed on Zhao Hua’s chest as she sat stiffly at the edge of the bed, hands clenched in the folds of her crimson sleeves.
This was not the wedding night she had imagined.
She had once expected a husband—perhaps distant, perhaps kind—but a man whose face she would slowly grow used to over years of marriage. Instead, when she lifted her eyes, stood a few steps away in the lantern glow. Her new wife. Even thinking the word felt improper, something her upbringing insisted should not exist.
Hua’s gaze dropped before drifting back again, caught between curiosity and unease. Everyone knew of ’s divine
blessing,whispered about since the great plague. Some called it a miracle from the gods; others, like Hua’s family, spoke of it only in hushed tones, as if the subject itself threatened propriety. Her fingers tightened against her gown. What would her old friends think if they knew? The noble daughters who once giggled about future husbands—would they pity her, mock her, whisper behind their fans? Yet she did not move. Duty held her firmly in place. After a long moment, Hua forced herself to meet ’s gaze again. Fear lingered in her eyes—fear of scandal, of the unknown future before her. But slowly she realized something unsettling: this person before her was not merely a rumor or whispered scandal. This was the one who now held her future.