Chapter 2

"Immortal, you have misunderstood. I once heard tales of the supernatural, where immortals could slay from a thousand miles away. Out of curiosity, I spoke without thinking, with no intention to offend! My status in the palace is humble. If, as you say, a great calamity is imminent, I truly have nowhere to escape. Hence, I dared to make this bold plea to preserve my life."

Xie Chang’an bowed deeply without raising her head, enduring the piercing, icicle-like gaze fixed upon her.

"Master..." Wang Ting tried to mediate.

But the Taoist ignored him, and after a long moment, withdrew his gaze from Xie Chang’an.

"Your constitution is ordinary, your energy stagnant. You are not cut out for cultivating immortality or pursuing the Dao. None of the immortal techniques can be learned by you. Everyone has their destiny. Since you were born in the inner palace, you should follow the path fate has decreed for you, and not harbor any other hopes!"

Xie Chang’an replied, "Your teachings, Immortal, I shall engrave in my heart."

The Taoist sneered, "Ordinary people would tremble upon hearing my words, but you lack reverence and speak insincerely. Wang Ting is young and easily deceived by you. I intended to punish you slightly, but Wang Ting is soft-hearted and would not bear it. For his sake, I’ll let you go this time. But if I ever catch you scheming against Wang Ting again, don’t blame me!"

Xie Chang’an kept her head bowed. "Rest assured, Immortal. After this parting, there will never be another meeting between Wang Ting and me."

The Taoist said to Wang Ting, "Let’s go. This meeting is now concluded. From this day forth, there will be nothing in this mortal world to hold you back."

With that, he lightly brushed his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept in, shimmering with sparkling light. The Taoist’s figure vanished instantly.

Wang Ting hesitated, glanced back at the kneeling Xie Chang’an who had not lifted her head, seemed about to say something, but finally kept silent and turned away.

Long after, Xie Chang’an slowly rose to her feet.

She leaned against the pavilion pillar, her knees aching and numb from overwork, shifting most of her weight to relieve the discomfort.

Having grown up in the inner palace, accustomed to heavy labor, her knees had long suffered from wear and tear. The cold and damp exacerbated the pain, making it feel like needles stabbing, but she gritted her teeth and kept silent.

Because Xie Chang’an knew that to complain would be seen as feigning weakness.

However, the Taoist had said something partly true.

After learning of Wang Ting’s celestial fate, she had indeed hoped to use their past relationship to coax him into teaching her some of the immortal’s secret assassination techniques.

Alas, the Taoist saw through her.

Xie Chang’an clenched the scented pouch at her waist and stared silently at the snow-covered Dragon Pool.

The peach blossom branch that Wang Ting had conjured earlier quickly withered, returning to its original state.

The meeting was brief, less than half a day, before the palace attendants had to take carriages from Xingqing Palace back to Taiji Palace.

But for them, this once-a-year reunion with family was precious.

Before Emperor Gaozong’s reign, they never had such opportunities; once inside the inner palace, barring amnesties or release due to illness, they seldom saw family for years on end. It was only during the dual reigns of the two emperors, upon Empress Wu Zetian’s suggestion, that such a rule was established.

Returning to the inner palace, Xie Chang’an saw Xiao Zheng approaching.

“Sister Xie, this scented pouch was embroidered in summer, wasn’t it? The herbs inside have probably rotted. Why do you still keep it? I can sew you a new one someday!”

Seeing her clutching the pouch tightly, Xiao Zheng said this.

“No need,” Xie Chang’an loosened her grip, letting the pouch swing at her waist. “This was embroidered by A’Li before her wedding. I consider it a keepsake. Her bones are yet warm; I wear it a while longer to remind myself.”

“Remind yourself of what?” Xiao Zheng asked.

Xie Chang’an smiled. “To pay my respects and mourn her.”

Xiao Zheng said, “My condolences, Sister Xie. Just now, I passed by the eunuch department and met Eunuch Liu. He asked me to tell you to visit the Mountain and Water Library tomorrow. New books have arrived, and you are to assist in organizing and cataloging them. This has already been reported to Lady Zhang.”

Xie Chang’an nodded in acknowledgment.

Xiao Zheng wondered aloud, “Strange, isn’t the Mountain and Water Library in the inner city’s book repository? Why are there new books there?”

Xie Chang’an explained, “I heard from Eunuch Liu that some consorts are avid readers. Borrowing books from Lizheng Hall or the Secretariat is inconvenient. So His Majesty ordered the establishment of an additional library. From now on, all books in Lizheng Hall will have duplicates stored in the Mountain and Water Library to prevent loss or damage.”

Xiao Zheng said, “I see. Sister loves reading and often accompanies Eunuch Liu to the inner city repository. This task suits you perfectly. I know you’re rushing, probably haven’t eaten lunch yet. I brought some food to your room. You should eat first!”

Xie Chang’an smiled. “You’re so kind, thank you!”

After some casual conversation, they parted ways.

Xiao Zheng went to her duties; Xie Chang’an returned to her room to eat and rest.

Having grown up in the imperial city, accustomed to witnessing covert struggles, she had always kept a low profile and remained an ordinary palace maid.

Yet, Xie Chang’an had gained enough seniority to avoid heavy labor and was often entrusted with organizing the inner city’s book collection—tasks no one else was more suited for.

A few years ago, while working at the Jixian Institute, she had become intimately familiar with the books, able to find any volume blindfolded. Eunuch Liu greatly valued her help.

Li Li often said she was frightened by past misfortunes and overly cautious, but Li Li did not understand that caution and discretion were Xie Chang’an’s means of survival.

But now, she had changed her mind.

Xie Chang’an sat quietly for a while, then rose and moved to her bed, lifting the pillow and bedding to search.

After a moment, she found a dagger in her hand.

Palace maids were forbidden to carry weapons, so it was only a bamboo dagger.

Carved from bamboo into the shape of a dagger, sheathed in bamboo as well.

But if used to kill, it could be fatal.

The bamboo dagger was brand new, carved just days ago; a mere touch at the tip drew a bead of blood.

Confirming it was still razor-sharp, Xie Chang’an put it back.

Dusk approached; the room grew dim.

From afar came some noise, faint through the thick palace walls.

Xie Chang’an confirmed the bedding was in place, then went to the window to look out.

The setting sun was blood-red, even more vivid than usual, casting a glow as if she were drenched in blood.

Suddenly, she recalled Wang Ting’s words from that afternoon.

Earlier, when she spoke with Xiao Zheng about the changing palace expenses and the chaotic situation, it was only speculation; but Wang Ting’s immortal master also predicted great upheaval and widespread suffering was imminent.

Xie Chang’an envied Wang Ting’s celestial fate but did not envy his fortune.

As the Taoist said, harsh but truthful. Born with a hard fate, she had barely survived by biting her teeth, and preserving her life was already a rare blessing; she had no right to expect anything more—not to mention lofty and distant immortal destiny.

Such destiny seemed reserved for chosen ones. Otherwise, why did Wang Ting of the Taiyuan Wang clan enjoy such favor, while she, who had wallowed in mud, could only dream but never attain it?

Still, if great chaos was truly coming, she had to accomplish that matter first.

Since the immortals refused to help, she would risk her life instead.

Usually by now, His Majesty would have taken the Noble Consort to Huaqing Palace for winter, but there was no movement yet—likely awaiting military reports from the front.

If the front calmed, His Majesty would still go after the New Year, since the grand assembly on New Year’s Day must be held at Taiji Palace.

During the assembly, the emperor’s surroundings would be heavily guarded, but after it ended, he would rest in the rear hall, where security would be more lax.

The rear hall...

Xie Chang’an closed her eyes and meditated; the layout and routes of the halls of Taiji Palace appeared clearly in her mind.

Suddenly, a thunderclap shattered the heavens!

Xie Chang’an opened her eyes.

Only moments had passed, yet outside the sunset had vanished without a trace; not even a trace of twilight remained—pure and utter darkness!

The palace would normally light lamps at night, but it was not yet time, so it was pitch black.

Could it be a solar eclipse?

But then, why thunder?

Quietly, Xie Chang’an pushed the door open.

A meteor streaked across the sky, instantly illuminating the area above her.

Bright as daylight!

No—it was not a meteor!

It shone brighter, with flickers of other colors.

Heaven’s eye filled with light, clouds swallowed the moon, countless sounds drifted, the dual forces and four elements endlessly cycling, as if the primordial mysteries of the ancient cosmos were all concealed within.

Such brilliance could not be depicted even in all the palace’s books.

Suddenly, Xie Chang’an understood why the Taoist said she was unsuited for cultivation.

Because as she gazed upon this ‘lonely star’ from beyond the heavens, her heart felt on the verge of revelation, yet her mind was blank—a restless frustration as if standing in a treasure house but not knowing where to begin.

Her eyes burned, yet she dared not blink.

She stared until the light fell near the palace and vanished completely.

What was that?

Holding her breath, she guessed the light’s landing place...

The Divine Dragon Hall? Or Anren Hall?

Now that the palace gates were all locked, she could not leave the inner palace, but she imagined the light must have caused great commotion.

Would someone take it as an auspicious sign and report it to the emperor?

Given the current turmoil, surely someone would.

But none of this concerned her, a mere palace maid.

Xie Chang’an stood long, letting the image of the light drift in her mind, unwilling to fade.

Only when a cold wind blew did she snap back to reality and return indoors.

They say celestial omens signal earthly upheaval. Today she met an immortal and now saw a light brighter than a meteor. Could these be harbingers of disaster?

Would An Lushan truly usurp the throne in the end?

Since Wang Ting followed the immortals, the Taiyuan Wang family would likely remain safe even through regime changes. An Lushan, though ignoring imperial authority, could not entirely disregard the spirits.

Xie Chang’an sat in her dark room, unlit, lost in thought for an unknown time.

The distant noise gradually subsided; many had calmed from the earlier shock. Lanterns flickered outside, dispelling the darkness.

During this, eunuchs and guards came to check, asking if she had seen where the starry light had fallen. She said she was asleep and only woke when the light startled her. By the time she looked, it was gone. They left soon after.

The commotion ended shortly past midnight.

Outside was quiet, but Xie Chang’an no longer felt sleepy.

A faint meow came, soft but audible in the night.

Her heart stirred; she took a candle and went to the small courtyard.

By the well, a snowy white tail flicked back and forth, standing out in the dark.

Xie Chang’an was not surprised, merely crouched down.

“Ah Xia?”

The cat seemed to understand, turned its head, revealing a sharp chin and wary eyes.

Ah Xia, full name Li Wuxia, was Li Li’s cat, raised from a tiny kitten to plump adulthood.

After Li Li married, Ah Xia disappeared.

At first, Xie Chang’an did not worry; the cat was mischievous and often vanished for days. But after a long time without seeing her, she realized Ah Xia might never return.

Many nobles kept cats; even the maid officials in the inner palace had some. It was common for playful cats to get into accidents. Xie Chang’an never expected to see Ah Xia again.

Judging by her appearance, she had suffered hardships outside.

“You little rascal!”

Xie Chang’an tapped her forehead; Ah Xia didn’t shy away but rubbed against her legs.

“Li Li’s gone. From now on, you stay with me. As long as I have food, you’ll have food. Don’t wander off again. If you offend a noble and get beaten to death, I can’t save you.”

Ah Xia meowed softly, perhaps understanding.

Xie Chang’an broke her meat bun in two and gave her half.

“Eat up. It’s late; after eating, rest. I have duties early tomorrow.”

Even in the palace, such meat buns were rare for ordinary maids. Luckily, the cold preserved the meat; in summer, Ah Xia would have only wheat cakes.

The white cat was very hungry, devouring the meat bun swiftly, then licking her paws.

Xie Chang’an trimmed the knotted, dirty fur with scissors, then dabbed some powder on her face to clean away dirt.

“When the sun’s out tomorrow, you can sunbathe yourself. Tomorrow night, you’ll sleep with me.”

She stroked the cat’s head. Ah Xia seemed to understand and padded over to the old quilted nest beneath the bed, curling into a ball.

Li Li was gone, but her cat remained.

The fire in Xie Chang’an’s heart slowly, for now, subsided.

Years of palace work had given her light sleep. After today’s strange events, even closing her eyes, she could not truly sleep; her mind drifted between waking and dreaming.

She felt weightless, as if floating amid boundless clouds, aimlessly drifting. From the clouds, she looked down and saw mountains, rivers, lakes, hills, marshes, fields, haystacks, and scattered houses.

In the distance, smoke rose from the horizon. When she willed it, the clouds beneath her drifted closer. The smoke thickened, mixed with firelight and sounds of clashing armor.

A battle...

Astonished, she forgot it was a dream and leaned forward to look.

She saw armored soldiers chasing fleeing rabble. Cavalry were unstoppable; the desperate fugitives fled into civilians; the cavalry showed no mercy. Spears thrust, knives stabbed, blood sprayed, horses stained red.

A bloodthirsty commander led the charge; the soldiers killed, robbed, wore gold and silver, publicly violated women, and when roused, even children were trampled underfoot.

Though she had witnessed palace intrigue, this blatant carnage was new to her. Her heart raced; she leaned forward, as if to reach out and save them.

Coincidentally, the leading commander looked up, piercing through smoke and clouds, locking eyes with her!

Four eyes met.

Blood and grime stained his face; his eyes revealed savage cruelty, shocking her.

Through the dense clouds, she seemed to smell the blood thick on him.

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