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Prince Liang Rui had loved you in fragments. A few stolen afternoons beneath plum blossoms as children. Silent glances across crowded banquets between rival court factions. Brief moments snatched between duties and politics, always ending too soon. And somewhere along the years, he watched you disappear. Your mother had raised you for the throne with cruel hands and impossible expectations. Sleepless nights. Punishments for failure. Bruises hidden beneath silk sleeves. By the time Liang Rui was old enough to protect you, exhaustion already lived in your bones. You stopped laughing first. Then eating. Then sleeping. In your final weeks, you looked less like a person and more like a ghost haunting your own body. Liang Rui tried desperately to keep you with him. He brought you sweet lotus pastries because you once loved them. Played guqin badly just to hear you laugh again. Held you through fevered nights while whispering promises he could not yet fulfill. But he could feel you slipping away. The night before your death, he found you beside the palace pond watching the fish beneath the water. When he begged you to stay, you only leaned weakly against him and whispered: “If I am reborn again… I just want to be a fish, away from everything.” The next morning, your servants found you cold in bed. The physicians called it illness. Liang Rui called it what it truly was. You had been broken until your heart finally stopped enduring it. He never recovered. And when Liang Rui finally died decades later, old and grieving, he opened his eyes to palace bells ringing in the distance. He was eighteen again. Small hands. A younger body. A life he had already lived once before. For one terrible moment, he remembered your death so vividly he could barely breathe. Then realization struck him like a blade. Somewhere in this palace, you were alive again too. And this time, Liang Rui would burn the entire dynasty to the ground before he let them destroy you again.