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MidReal Story
The Reincarnation Of The Beautiful And Cursed Princess
Scenario:第1章虞家庶女
“天啊！天狗吃太阳啦——”
随着一声惊恐的叫喊，人们突然发现，原本高悬在天空上光芒四射的太阳，此时光芒正一点点的减弱，仿佛有个看不见的黑影在将它慢慢吞噬。
百姓们面对突如其来的凶险天象，个个惊恐万分，可最为惶恐不安的还是当今朝廷与天子，因为“天狗吃太阳”预示着国家即将发生灾难，是对他们大祁王朝的严重预警。
眼看着太阳一点点消失，无尽的黑暗就要笼罩大地，景孝帝带领着文武百官一路小跑来到殿前。
此时天文官已经在殿前设好了祭坛，摆好了贡品，神情肃然的等候在一旁。
匆匆赶到的景孝帝来不及多言，撩袍跪倒在地开始焚香祷告上天。
天色越来越暗，众人的恐惧也越来越深，声声祈祷中，天地彻底陷入了黑暗。
太阳被吃光了？
绝望中的众人以头触地，哀求一片，深怕太阳会永远消失，如果是那样的话，他们大祁的末日就到了。
也许真的是上天慈悲，天空中露出了一丝亮光，大地也逐渐明亮起来，面对此情此景群臣热泪盈眶欣喜交加——天狗终于把太阳吐出来了！
仰望着重新普照大地的太阳，汗湿一片的景孝帝轻舒了口气，在潘公公的搀扶下站了起来，刚想回转身对百官说点什么，就听身后传来一阵惊呼。
“六弟你怎么了？”
“寿王晕倒了！”
寿王，瑶妃所生，乃是景孝帝的第六子，因瑶妃上面的两子一病一死，所以景孝帝赐儿子封号为‘寿’，希望他平安康健取长命之意。
如果是平日里，寿王无故昏倒得是多大的事？可如今和这天狗食日一比也就不算事了，他都不算事，那小小谏议大夫家的庶女病倒，就更如沧海一粟不值一提了。
身着绿裙的香绮手捧着碗汤药来到内室，见床上的纱幔仍旧放着，她对屋内守着的香柏努努嘴：小姐还没醒呢？
香柏摇头，又瞥了眼垂着纱幔的绣床，才无声招手叫她出去。
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Shu Yi
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a concubine of the late Prince of Longevity. She is resilient, compassionate, and determined. After her husband died, she took care of his widow, Xiangqi, and their daughter. When her son was falsely accused of poisoning and executed, she fought to clear his name despite overwhelming odds against her. Her unyielding spirit and efforts to protect her family showcase her strength and love for her son.
Emperor Jingxiao
side_character, male. He is the emperor of the Da Qi Dynasty. He is authoritative, concerned, and decisive. Faced with a catastrophic celestial event where the celestial dog devours the sun, he quickly gathers his officials to seek guidance. His reaction to the crisis demonstrates his leadership under pressure. Despite being distracted by this event, he maintains interest in events outside his immediate crisis when informed of a potential succession issue within his family.
Xiangbai
side_character, female. She is a servant of Shu Yi's household. She is loyal, efficient, and discreet. She assists Shu Yi in managing daily affairs, particularly caring for Shu Yi's daughter. Her actions help maintain order within the household. When tragedy strikes, she supports Shu Yi in her quest for justice. Her presence provides stability and reliability amidst chaos and loss, highlighting her importance in the daily life of the family.
"The celestial dog is devouring the sun—"
A terrified shout came from the streets outside the Yu family’s compound.
The people were in a state of panic as they watched the sky.
A total solar eclipse was taking place, and to their horror, there was not a speck of light left.
The sun had disappeared.
The sky grew darker.
The air was still.
The temperature dropped.
The world was plunged into an eerie darkness.
The masses were terrified, believing this to be a bad omen.
I push aside the silk curtains and stumble out of bed.
My legs are weak from days of illness, but I can’t afford to rest anymore.
The servants try to stop me, but I wave them away.
Through the window, I see people running in the streets, their faces turned skyward.
My heart pounds as I make my way to the courtyard, gripping the wooden pillars for support.
The air feels thick and strange.
Xiangbai’s protests echo behind me, but I force my trembling legs forward.
The main gate looms ahead.
With shaking hands, I unlatch it and step out into the chaos.
"Master Yu, you shouldn't be out here," Xiangbai insists, his voice tinged with urgency.
"I have to see it for myself, Xiangbai," I reply, my voice steadier than I feel.
"But the prophecy, Master! It foretold this darkness would mark the return of the lost heir!"
Through blurry vision, I spot a figure in the distance.
It’s cloaked in dark robes, weaving between the panicked crowds.
My legs wobble as I strain to get a better look, but the figure keeps disappearing behind fleeing citizens.
Xiangbai grabs my arm when I stumble forward, steadying me.
The mysterious person draws closer, and now I can see it’s a woman in dark robes, her face partially hidden by a deep hood.
She moves with deliberate steps, ignoring the chaos around her.
When she’s just a few paces away, I notice her eyes fixed intently on me.
"Do you recognize me, Master Yu?" she asks, her voice calm amidst the turmoil.
I shake my head, trying to place her face, but the familiarity eludes me.
"You should," she says softly, "for I am the heir your family has long awaited."
Through my hazy vision, I catch a glint of metal at her neck.
As she shifts her weight, her cloak parts slightly, and something drops from its folds.
The pendant swings on its chain, catching what little light remains during the eclipse.
My eyes lock onto the intricate pattern etched into the gold - the distinctive lotus and dragon design that marked my family's noble status generations ago.
I reach out with trembling fingers, but before I can touch it, the woman quickly tucks it back beneath her robes.
Through my feverish haze, I watch as she presses her hand against a weathered section of the wall nearby.
The rough stone shifts unexpectedly, revealing a narrow passageway behind it.
She gestures for me to follow, but I hesitate, my grip on Xiangbai's arm tightening.
The woman steps into the darkness, and for a moment, the returning sunlight catches the pendant at her neck once more.
"This way leads to safety," she says softly, her voice stirring old memories I can't quite grasp.
Despite my weakness, I take a tentative step forward.
My trembling fingers reach toward the pendant as memories flood back - this woman had visited our home years ago, speaking in hushed tones with my late husband.
The air in the passage is damp and musty, making me shiver.
I inch closer to her, studying her face in the dim light that filters through the opening behind us.
She still wears a serene smile, but something feels wrong.
I can't quite place it.
The dragon pattern seems too pristine, lacking the distinctive scratch my husband's pendant bore.
My legs wobble as I shift my weight, but in one fluid motion, I lunge forward and grab the pendant's chain.
I tug harder at the fake pendant, causing her to stumble backward into the passage wall.
The impact dislodges several loose stones, revealing a hidden cavity behind them.
Through my feverish haze, I notice a metallic glint from within.
She lunges to block my view, but I've already seen it - stacks of gold coins partially buried under the floor.
My fingers brush against one coin - it bears the same dragon motif as the pendant, but these look genuinely aged.
The woman grabs my wrist roughly, her calm facade cracking as she tries to pull me away from her secret stash.
Still gripping my wrist, she studies my face more closely, her expression softening.
Her fingers loosen one by one while I remain frozen, watching the subtle changes cross her features.
She releases a long breath and steps back, letting my hand fall.
The dim passage light catches the tears forming in her eyes.
When she speaks again, her voice carries a gentler tone, though her body remains tense near the exposed coins.
Her other hand still clutches the fake pendant protectively.
"Your husband and I were trying to protect you," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly.
I narrow my eyes, skepticism creeping in. "Protect me from what?"
She hesitates, glancing at the gold before meeting my gaze. "From the ones who would do anything to possess this fortune."
Despite my suspicion, her touch becomes unexpectedly gentle as she releases my wrist.
Her fingers trail softly across my palm, and the hostility in her eyes melts away.
The dim passage feels less threatening as she steps closer, her shoulders relaxing.
When our eyes meet, I notice familiar flecks of gold in her irises - the same unusual pattern as my husband's.
My breath catches as memories of intimate family moments surface.
In that instant, I realize she is not a stranger but the sister he never spoke of.
Still weak from fever, I lean against the damp passage wall and stare at her familiar features.
When I ask about the pendant's origins, she clutches it protectively and takes a step back.
I press further, mentioning specific details about my husband's secretive behavior in his final months - the late-night meetings, hidden letters, and whispered conversations.
She flinches at each memory I share.
Growing frustrated with her silence, I move to block her retreat deeper into the passage.
"He died protecting these secrets," I say firmly, "I deserve to know why."
I grip the damp wall tighter as tremors run through the passage, sending bits of stone and dirt showering down.
The mysterious woman's eyes widen in fear.
She lunges forward, trying to gather the scattered gold coins even as more debris falls.
I stumble backward, my fever making the shaking ground even more treacherous.
The roaring grows louder, and cracks spider across the ceiling above us.
Through my blurred vision, I see larger stones starting to break loose.
The woman abandons her coins and dashes toward the passage entrance.
I follow her, leaving the secrets buried beneath the rubble.
I stumble after her through the collapsing passage, my fever making each step a challenge.
She suddenly stops and spins around, pulling the pendant off her neck with trembling hands.
"This isn't just jewelry," she pants, twisting the dragon's head clockwise.
The pendant splits open, revealing a tiny brass key inside.
She points to an inconspicuous wooden panel on the wall that I hadn't noticed before.
My legs shake as I watch her insert the key into a nearly invisible keyhole.
The panel swings open with a creak, exposing a narrow but solid-looking tunnel branching off to the right.
I follow her through the tunnel, my fever making the rough stone walls blur and shift around us.
The passage twists and turns, finally opening into a vast underground chamber.
Flickering torches line the walls, casting shadows across the room.
I stumble forward, my legs nearly giving out as I see it: an aged scroll case resting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room.
The woman rushes past me and retrieves the case, her hands shaking as she unrolls the yellowed map.
I lean closer, squinting through my dizziness to make out the faded characters that spell out "The Lost City of Gold."
The chamber trembles as we realize the map is our only hope of escape.
I lean heavily against the chamber wall, my fever making the flickering torchlight dance wildly before my eyes.
The mysterious woman spreads the ancient map across the pedestal, her fingers tracing routes while muttering calculations under her breath.
The ground trembles beneath us, sending loose pebbles skittering across the floor.
I force myself to focus on the map's faded lines, but a deafening crack splits the air.
We both look up as dust rains down from the ceiling.
The massive stone entrance groans, shifts, and crashes down with devastating force, trapping us inside.
"We're trapped!" I shout, panic rising in my voice.
"Not yet," she replies, her eyes narrowing with determination. "There's another way out marked on this map."
"But how can we trust it?" I ask, glancing at the ancient parchment.
"We have no choice," she insists, her voice steady despite the chaos around us.
I press my feverish forehead against the cool chamber wall, straining to hear any sound that might indicate the source of the rhythmic drumming reverberating through the stone.
The mysterious woman tilts her head, listening intently as the beats grow louder and more distinct.
"We should wait until my fever breaks," I suggest, my voice weak with exhaustion.
She shakes her head, gripping my arm with a firm hand.
"Those aren't celebration drums," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.
She pulls me toward a narrow corridor branching off the main chamber, where the sound is strongest.
I stumble after her, my legs shaking with each step.
She checks the map against intricate markings carved into the walls, leading us deeper into the labyrinthine passage.
I lean heavily against the damp tunnel wall, my fever making the torchlight dance strangely.
She stops abruptly, running her fingers along the stone surface.
Following her lead, I trace the rough wall and feel an unusual groove.
My fingertips brush something metallic - a small indentation that doesn't match the surrounding stone.
When I press it, a section of the wall slides inward with a grinding sound.
The gap reveals a chamber filled with dusty shelves holding jade figurines, brass vessels, and scrolls bound in red silk.
I examine a small jade horse from the shelf, its smooth surface cool against my burning skin.
The mysterious woman shifts uncomfortably as I study the intricate carving, her eyes darting between me and the precious artifact.
Without asking permission, I slip the jade piece inside my inner robe, feeling its weight settle against my chest.
The fever makes my movements clumsy, but I manage a dismissive shrug when she frowns.
"This should fetch a good price in the market," I say, deliberately keeping my tone light while watching her reaction.
She narrows her eyes, her voice low and urgent. "That horse is a key, not a trinket."
I pause, my hand instinctively moving to the jade piece. "A key to what?"
She doesn't answer, instead leading me through another series of narrow passages.
I clutch the jade horse tightly, my fever making the stone walls swim before my eyes as we navigate past ancient pillars.
A grinding noise echoes behind us - the chamber walls are slowly pressing inward, sealing off our path.
The woman yanks me forward as floor tiles crack and crumble.
I stumble, nearly dropping the jade piece.
She points to a carved door ahead, adorned with a horse-shaped indentation.
My trembling hands fumble with the jade piece as the walls inch closer, crushing everything in their path.
With a final, desperate push, I fit the jade horse into the indentation, and the door swings open just as the walls close in behind us.
I lean heavily against the stone wall, my fever making the chamber spin around me.
The mysterious woman runs her hands along the rough surface, searching methodically until her fingers catch on something.
A metallic click echoes through the space.
The floor rumbles beneath us as ancient gears grind to life, and a section of stone slowly retracts.
Through my blurred vision, I make out a wooden chest rising from the depths, its brass fittings dulled with age.
The lid creaks open, revealing piles of gold coins and scattered gems that catch the dim light.
I stumble forward on weak legs, my fever making the chamber spin around me.
The mysterious woman steps back, watching silently as I approach the raised chest.
Ancient dust coats my fingers as I grip the weathered edges.
Inside, gold coins and precious gems catch the dim light, their surfaces dulled by centuries underground.
My hands shake as I reach into the chest, scooping up a handful of treasures.
The cold metal and smooth gems press against my burning palm.
Through my blurred vision, I notice strange markings etched into each coin - symbols I've never seen before.
The woman finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "These coins tell the story of a lost kingdom, one that vanished without a trace."
I look up at her, confusion and curiosity battling through my fevered haze. "What does that have to do with us?"
I grip the coins tightly, sliding down against the chamber wall as the room spins around me.
The mysterious woman kneels beside me, her eyes locked on the ancient treasures.
She gently takes one of the coins from my hand, turning it to catch the dim light.
Her fingers trace the strange symbols etched into its surface.
"Once, in a land not so far away, there was a kingdom that ruled these lands with wisdom and prosperity," she begins, her voice low and hypnotic.
I force myself to focus on her words, my head pounding with each beat of my heart.
"The kingdom was known for its grandeur and its people's unwavering dedication to their rulers."
The woman pauses, her eyes glinting in the dim light as she turns the coin over in her hand.
"But like all things, this kingdom eventually met its end. Some say it was due to greed and corruption, while others claim it was simply a matter of time."
She falls silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the coin as if lost in thought.
Then she continues, her voice barely above a whisper.
"The coins you hold tell the story of this lost kingdom. Each symbol etched into their surface represents a different aspect of their history - their triumphs and failures, their people and their rulers."
As she speaks, I notice that her hands are shaking slightly, as if she is struggling to contain some deep emotion. I lean forward despite my weakness, eager to hear more about this mysterious kingdom and its fate.
The woman's eyes meet mine for a moment before she looks back down at the coin in her hand.
"There is one symbol here," she says, pointing to a small marking on the edge of the coin.
"It is said to represent the final days of the kingdom - a time of great turmoil and upheaval."
She pauses again, her voice dropping to a mere whisper.
"Some say that this symbol holds the key to understanding what truly happened to this lost kingdom."
I wait for her to continue, but she remains silent for several long moments.
Finally, I speak up, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What does it mean?"
The woman looks up at me again, her eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge my reaction.
"It means that the kingdom's fate is intertwined with ours," she says, her voice steady but laced with urgency.
I frown, trying to piece together her cryptic words. "How can a kingdom long gone affect us now?"
She leans closer, her eyes intense. "Because you are the last descendant of its royal line."
I slump against the damp chamber wall, the ancient coin burning against my palm as sweat drips down my temples.
The mysterious woman's revelation echoes in my head, competing with the pounding of my fever.
When I try to stand, my legs buckle beneath me.
She reaches to help, but I wave her away, needing space to process this truth.
Through my blurred vision, I examine the coin's worn surface again, tracing each symbol with trembling fingers.
The dragon motif matches a birthmark on my shoulder - a detail my husband once called a noble sign.
The woman watches me closely, her voice softening. "Your birthmark is the mark of the dragon, a symbol of the royal bloodline."
I shake my head, disbelief mingling with the fever's haze. "But why tell me now? What do you want from me?"
She hesitates, then speaks with quiet determination. "Because the kingdom's legacy lives on through you, and only you can restore what was lost."