I was yawning, my eyes barely open as I rested my head on the desk. I blinked and looked around, trying to gather my bearings. The world felt oddly distant, as though I had just woken from a long, strange dream.
"Wait... why am I not in bed?"
Then it hit me.
"Ohhhhhh. Right. I didn't sleep last night… I must've just… collapsed." I rubbed my eyes and groaned, pushing myself upright. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish.
"What" I remember something important.
I rushed outside, squinting at the sun, but as soon as I stepped into the daylight, the harsh rays made my eyes water. "What time is it?!"
I glanced around, searching for a clock or any sign of time using the sun. Then I froze.
"…Brahhhhh. I don't even know how to tell time by the sun." I squinted at the sky, trying to make sense of its position, but nothing made sense. The world was confusing enough without this.and adding more confusing made me sick.
"Han Pu!" I shouted, the sound of my voice bouncing off the stone walls around me.I was very angry
That poor man came rushing toward me, his face a mix of concern and annoyance. His clothes were slightly disheveled, and his eyes were tired. He looked like he hadn't had a moment to himself in days. He seems to be very very tierd
"What do you want now?" he asked, clearly exhausted, his voice thick with irritation. He looked like he'd had enough of my endless questions and task's . Or maybe… he was upset?
I didn't have the patience for his mood. "What time is it now god be fast tell me?" I asked, pointing up at the sky, completely ignoring his expression and not even giving him a minute for him to see the sky.But i was concern about his expression even though i seem i don't care but the main point now is to go to cheng and know the truth .
He glanced up at the sun, then sighed. "Guess what? You slept until 14:25."
My jaw dropped. "What?! Pu'er! Prepare a carriage for me—and I want a beautiful outfit made of good fabric!. What am I now a seeping queen "
He simply nodded. "Okay."
I quickly added, "Oh, and I also want a pearl hairpin!" I had seen them in my former world, and pearls were luxurious, rare—something to make a statement unlike of this world to be seen in some or maybe in every single ladies.
He nodded again, then turned and walked away with out a word.
"What is wrong with him?" I muttered to myself. "Did I upset him last night? Maybe I interrupted his sleep?"
But no… he usually stays up all night practicing magic and working on whatever task I've asked him to. It couldn't have been that. So if that's not so what it is?
"Ugh, forget it. I need to eat. I need something in my stomach before I lose my mind over this jezzzzzz am hungry."
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After breakfast, which was unreasonably lavish and yet unsatisfying in a way only people like me could understand, Han Pu's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts.
"Xiwang, your clothes are ready," he said, his voice, to my surprise, holding a hint of warmth, almost like he was starting to speak like he cared.
"Finally! You're talking properly!" I chirped, springing to my feet with excitement and thinking was he just teasing me?
He ignored me, his face unreadable, and motioned for me to follow him without another word.
"Why the sudden silence? Did I upset you last night? Was I too loud or something?" I asked as we walked to the dressing room.
"Just get dressed," he replied flatly, opening the door to the dressing room with a flick of his hand.
I stepped inside, and my breath caught. The clothes were beautiful—impossibly beautiful. Fine embroidery shimmered on soft, luxurious fabric. The entire set looked as if it had been made for royalty—no, made for a queen. I couldn't help but run my fingers over the fabric, tracing the delicate patterns that seemed to come alive under my touch.
"Han Pu…" I whispered, a mixture of awe and confusion in my voice.
He didn't respond, but I could feel his presence behind me. The stillness of the room seemed to grow thicker as he watched me from the doorway.
As I changed, my thoughts drifted back to Yuzhe. The plan. The Sipa Stick. The mystery. The Moon King. The strange bond that tied us together. Was it fate? Or was it just coincidence? I had been a Queen before, but this… this was something entirely different. Was I ready for this? Could I embrace my role as Moon Queen fully, without knowing what that would mean for us both?
"Are you ready yet?" Han Pu's voice broke through the whirlpool of my thoughts, snapping me back to the present.
I sighed and nodded, turning to face him. "Yes," I said, the weight of my responsibilities settling back into my chest. "Let's go."
He led me to the carriage without another word. The wind was the only sound between us, a steady rhythm that seemed to match the beat of my restless heart. Each gust of wind made me question everything, from my past life to what was about to come.
"Han Pu!" I shouted, suddenly feeling the need to break the silence. "Come sit inside! It's cold out here."
"I'm fine here," he said flatly, as if my anger didn't matter at all.
"This is an order!" I snapped, annoyed that he still wouldn't budge.
Reluctantly, he climbed into the carriage. As soon as he sat down, I grabbed his hand, pulling it gently toward me.
"Pu'er, what's wrong? Why are you like this today?" I asked softly, trying to read his face.
He hesitated, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he met my gaze. But he seems he's seriously sad or I don't know.
"Come on, talk to me," I coaxed, squeezing his hand whish wosh.
"…Do you remember when I told you about my family?" His voice cracked slightly, and I could hear the hidden pain in his words.
I nodded. "I do," I whispered.is it because of that
He looked away, his gaze distant as though seeing something I couldn't. "Next month… it'll be ten years. Ten years without them. Ten years. Ten years without a family."
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he blinked them away quickly, as if embarrassed by the vulnerability.
"Who said you're alone?" I squeezed his hand tighter, my heart breaking for him. "I'm your family. I'm your sister. I'm your Friend."
He gazed at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn't place. "Do you mean that?"
"Yes," I said with conviction. "I do."
A soft, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. "Thank you… for being my family. My sister. My lady. My queen. My friend, Xiwang."
We smiled at each other in the quiet carriage, the bond between us deepening with each passing moment.
"We've arrived, my lady," the coachman called, interrupting the fragile peace we'd built.
Han Pu stepped out and helped me down, his hand steady and sure. As I exited the carriage, a serious-looking man stood at the bottom of the steps, waiting for us. He bowed deeply, his movements precise.
"My lady, I am Wu Sheng, Master Yang's personal assistant. Please, follow me."
He was refined, his mannerisms sharp, his light brown, hunter-like eyes scanning the horizon. His long, flowing hair cascaded down his back like a dark river. He led me through the grounds, where gardens bloomed in carefully maintained rows, toward a grand tea house within the mansion.
The walls of the tea house were carved by master craftsmen—elegant and timeless, full of history. The air was thick with the smell of incense and the sound of flowing water, a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the anxiety that had taken hold of me. This was the world of the Moon King. This was my world, whether I was ready for it or not.
Inside the tea house, the atmosphere shifted. The air was still, but tense. A man stood before me, his dark eyes gleaming with recognition. His posture was flawless, and his sword was perfectly placed at his side.
"Welcome to this world, Limeng," Cheng said with a radiant smile, his voice both comforting and unfamiliar.
"Cheng! It's really you!" I exclaimed, my heart soaring. It had been so long since I had seen him—since I had known him. Yet, now, the man standing before me was different. Changed.
"Sit," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
I sat down, nervous energy flooding my limbs. "So, Cheng… they say you… you're my beloved. The Moon King. And I'm… I've been the Moon Queen all along. But you stayed silent. Even opposed our marriage. Why?"
Cheng cleared his throat, his expression serious, unreadable.
"Here's the truth, Limeng. In our former world… I wouldn't remember any of it. But if we return now—I'll remember everything."
I hesitated. His words were heavy, but my curiosity was overwhelming. "Do you… love me?" I asked, the question that had been gnawing at me since the beginning.
He understood immediately.
"No. I don't," he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion. "I died… and all my emotions died with me."
My breath caught, my chest tight. The pain of those words was sharper than I had expected.
"But to save this world," he said, his gaze finally locking with mine, "we must truly be in love."
That sentence… it shattered something inside me. How could I love someone without reason? Without it being real? How could this be the path that destiny had chosen for us?
After a long, painful silence, he continued, "Our first mission is to show ourselves to the public… and stop the dragon."
"But how?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Easy," he replied, his eyes gleaming with determination. "But first, you must learn to manipulate magic."
He handed me a scroll, its edges intricately patterned. "We need to go to the Ice Kingdom."
"That's another world?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.
"No, it's part of ours. It takes up one-fourth of it. The sun melts their ice, so they rely heavily on the Moon Realm," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of awe.
"Oh… but how can they help us?"
He smiled slightly, the first genuine smile I had seen from him in what felt like forever. "They have something called Icebane Serum. It freezes dragon cores—stopping them from producing fire. But they can only make two. With magic manipulation, you'll duplicate the serum… and we'll apply it to the dragon."
I stood tall, my resolve hardening. "I'm ready to face death if it means saving the world."
But then, one last question slipped out, unbidden:
"…Where is the Red Diamond?"this was not a question but a mystery command.
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Thank you so much for reading this chapter!
This one was a turning point for Xiwang as she begins to uncover the mystery of her past and the heavy responsibilities tied to her identity as the Moon Queen. Writing the emotional tension between her and Han Pu—and her complicated reunion with Yuzhe (Cheng)—was both heartbreaking and powerful for me.
As we move forward, the stakes will get higher, the secrets deeper, and Xiwang's strength will be tested like never before.
What do you think about Cheng's confession? Can true love be awakened in a heart that claims to have died?
Please comment, vote, and share if you're enjoying the story. Your support means everything to me!
With love,
Li Yuxin