The Cross-Dressing Legend Is Excessively Beautiful - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After dinner.

Twilight closed in from all sides, and the faint, secluded fragrance of plum blossoms drifted through the air.

Song Xialan came to a halt amidst the floral scent. Unbeknownst to her, the stars above had seemingly tumbled into her eyes, emitting a watery, shimmering light. “Sister, why don’t you open it here?”

She looked as though she had already foreseen Song Xizhi’s surprise; her eyes curved into two crescent moons as she smiled with a touch of fox-like craftiness.

Ever since Song Xialan began her training to be raised as an Empress, Song Xizhi had rarely seen such a lively and vivid smile on her face. He inadvertently dazed for a moment, and his heart softened by a fraction.

Under Song Xialan’s expectant gaze, Song Xizhi opened the box. Click. The metal clasp sprang open at the sound.

Shoom! Shoom! Shoom!

It was fireworks.

Countless beams of light soared from the box, charging straight into the clouds. They burst and merged in mid-air with a thunderous roar, appearing like a great dragon coiling and snarling. The overwhelming beauty of such power surpassed any pale attempt at imagination.

At the peak of the explosion, everything suddenly fell silent. While the sound was echoing through its final stages, the peerless masterpiece in the sky was only just beginning.

Song Xizhi looked up, secretly marveling. He hadn’t expected to see such beautiful fireworks in a place like this.

Countless scattered, floating particles reorganized into a dazzling galaxy. A jade-like ribbon fluttered gracefully, like a dream falling upon a silver river; the celestial Milky Way flowed, bloomed, and drifted apart. The colors in the center began to deepen, swirling and blending together—it was the character “之” (Zhī)!

The galaxy represented “溪” Xī, and the jade ribbon represented “之”. This was a romance belonging to him alone.

Just as Song Xizhi was lost in the sight, the exquisite painting moved again! The large “Zhī” character ribbon plummeted straight down, descending like the Five-Finger Mountain to crush anyone beneath it!

Yet, as it neared his eyes, it abruptly shattered, drifting down lightly like points of light to settle upon the plum blossoms.

The confrontation between movement and stillness, strength and softness, was expressed here to the fullest extent. Even though Song Xizhi had witnessed countless firework spectacles, he was still profoundly shaken.

“Exquisite indeed!”

Song Xialan’s brows arched slightly as she smiled triumphantly. “This is a rare find. I went to great lengths to get my hands on it. As soon as I got it, I thought of bringing it for Sister to see.”

Her expression was a mix of innocence and cunning, as she waited expectantly for Song Xizhi’s praise.

Song Xizhi’s heart stirred. He let out a cough and said with a smile, “You truly are my good sister, always thinking of me in everything.”

Seeing that Song Xialan was still staring at him expectantly, Song Xizhi knew exactly what she wanted. However, he avoided the subject and simply smiled. “Thank you for the gift today, Sister. But it is getting late; you should head back early to rest.”

Hearing this, Song Xialan could not hide her disappointment. She complained half-seriously, “Lan’er is lazy by nature. I originally thought that since Biluo Courtyard and Yuning Courtyard are so far apart, I would have the audacity to trouble Sister for a night if it got late. Who knew Sister would be so inconsiderate of my feelings?”

Song Xizhi smiled but said nothing.

Although Song Xialan did not know his true gender, Song Xizhi knew it all too well. When they were children, it was barely acceptable to let her stay for a night. But now that they were both grown, it was clearly inappropriate to let Song Xialan stay over.

Observing Song Xizhi’s smile, which did not reach his eyes, Song Xialan knew the matter was settled.

This sister of hers was as unpredictable as the wind. Clearly, they were constant companions, yet sometimes she felt there was a vast distance between them. She felt both close and far away, making it impossible to grasp her true thoughts.

While Song Xialan desired to be close to Song Xizhi, she also feared embarrassment. Rather than being rejected, it was better to find a way to bow out gracefully.

Song Xialan tucked away her youthful petulance and put on a dignified, appropriate smile. “I was only joking, Sister, don’t take it to heart.”

As he watched Song Xialan’s figure gradually recede into the distance, the warmth in Song Xizhi’s eyes faded bit by bit, replaced by a cold, flowing intent to kill.

The snow continued to fall, and the world was a vast expanse of white. That touch of cyan elegance vanished behind the heavy gates.