Alternative name: My unique emperor 2
It is 2nd part of my unique emperor .
In order to receive love from her father, Mirai tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. She even married the monster, Zhou Keung. But she grad...
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It was an anonymous letter, written in delicate penmanship, the strokes of the ink forming elegant curves and loops on the parchment. The identity of the author remained concealed, a mysterious figure behind the words that awaited Mirai's trembling hands. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, she unrolled the parchment and brought her gaze to rest upon its contents. As she scanned the opening lines, her eyes widened in surprise and her heart skipped a beat. It was a letter from Zhou Keung, a name she thought she had left behind in the depths of her past. The mere sight of his name on the page sent a shiver down her spine, and before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes and began to cascade down her cheeks. How had he found her? Why had he chosen now to reach out to her? Countless questions flooded her mind, each one vying for attention, but she pushed them aside for the moment, focusing on the words before her.
Zhou Keung's voice echoed through the carefully crafted sentences, his emotions seeping through the ink and into her very being. He offered his assistance, his support, his unwavering loyalty. But Mirai knew she couldn't accept it, not now, not in her current position as the princess of Adarlan. The gulf that separated them in terms of status and power seemed insurmountable, like a vast ocean stretching out between two distant lands.
The weight of her responsibility settled upon her shoulders, pressing down with a force that threatened to break her spirit. She was a princess, bound by duty, expected to uphold the traditions and expectations of her kingdom. To entertain the idea of a relationship with Zhou Keung, the emperor of Wisteria, would be seen as a betrayal, a breach of the boundaries that society had imposed upon her.
As her tears stained the parchment, Mirai composed a response, her pen tracing over each word with a mixture of sorrow and longing. She thanked him for his kind offer but explained that circumstances prevented her from accepting his help.
She wished him well, inquired about his own well-being, and sealed the letter with a final, bittersweet farewell.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into a month. Mirai's heart grew heavy with anticipation as she waited for a reply, her thoughts consumed by the letter she had sent. Each passing day felt like an eternity, the seconds stretching into minutes and the minutes into hours, as she yearned for a sign, a response from the man who had once held her heart.
And then, finally, it arrived. The reply she had been waiting for, carried across the distance from Wisteria to Adarlan. The mere sight of the envelope bearing Zhou Keung's seal caused her pulse to quicken, her hands trembling as she tore it open, eager to devour the words contained within.
But as she read the lines that unfolded before her, a sinking feeling took hold of her heart. Zhou Keung's words were few and fleeting, his message filled with a sense of detachment and distance. He spoke of being busy with his sister, of the responsibilities that weighed upon his own shoulders.
The weight of disappointment settled upon Mirai, threatening to crush her spirit. The contrast between her emotional outpouring and Zhou Keung's distant response was like a gaping chasm, a vast expanse of unrequited longing.
It felt as though she had opened her heart to him, bared her soul in the delicate strokes of her pen, only to receive a fleeting acknowledgement in return. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Did he not care? Did he not understand the depths of her feelings?
As time passed, she began to notice that she no longer held a place in his cold heart. His replies grew scarce and came with long delays, leaving her feeling forgotten and unimportant.
Meanwhile, a formidable threat was brewing in the shadows.
Fu Qian, a cunning and power-hungry individual, had set his sights on crushing the prosperous kingdom. His desire for dominion and destruction knew no bounds, and he devised a devious plan to bring ruin upon the land.
Unbeknownst to the princess, her father, the king, had sensed the looming danger.
Filled with concern, the King sought guidance from the ancient temple atop the highest mountain. He climbed the treacherous path, his heart heavy with worry, hoping to find a way to protect his kingdom and his beloved daughter.
As night fell, the king arrived at the sacred temple. He feigned sleep, careful not to reveal his true purpose. Little did he know that one of his trusted guards, a man corrupted by Fu Qian's treachery, was waiting silently in the shadows, determined to carry out a sinister plot.
The guard had been sent by Fu Qian himself, tasked with assassinating the unsuspecting king.
Fate, however, had other plans in store. Just as the guard prepared to strike, the king's eyes flickered open, revealing his keen intuition. He sensed danger in the air, and his instincts guided him to the would-be assassin.
In a swift and decisive move, the king apprehended the guard, catching him red-handed. Gasping for breath, the guard confessed to his wicked intentions.
He revealed that Fu Qian had orchestrated the entire scheme, hoping to eliminate the king and pave the way for his own malevolent ambitions.
The king's heart sank at the revelation, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. He realized the true depths of the betrayal that had unfolded before him.
With the truth exposed, the king resolved to protect his kingdom and those he held dear. He summoned his most loyal advisors and devised a plan to counter Fu Qian's imminent assault.
As the sun rose on the decisive day, the king and his allies rallied their forces, ready to face Fu Qian.
Unbeknownst to him, Fu Qian had already disappeared, leaving behind an eerie silence within the palace walls.
The guards scoured every corner. But to his dismay, Fu Qian and his servants were nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, Fu Qian, having anticipated the king's suspicions, had orchestrated an elaborate escape plan. He had prepared a hidden passage that led him out of the palace unnoticed. Sneaking through dimly lit corridors and secret chambers, he left behind his former life, his treasonous desires consuming him.
As King Zhang Yong's search efforts intensified, rumors spread throughout the kingdom about Fu Qian's sudden disappearance. The people grew concerned, and whispers of betrayal filled the streets. Though their loyalty to the king remained unwavering, they yearned for answers and justice.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yong's son, Prince Lin, was determined to uncover the truth behind his father's trusted minister's sudden disappearance. Intrigued by the mystery, he began to investigate the minister's estate, hoping to find any clue that would shed light on Fu Qian's motives.
He stumbled upon an ancient parchment hidden within a secret chamber. The parchment revealed a hidden passage that connected Fu Qian's estate to a neighboring empire known as Wisteria. With curiosity and concern in his heart, the prince realized that Fu Qian had been planning not only his father's demise but also an escape to a foreign land.
