Even if he loved her deeply, before the state and society, he could only watch her die before his eyes. If Li Longji were not the emperor of the Great Tang, and Yang Yuhuan not a favored concubine, perhaps things would have been simpler. But many things in this world are beyond our control. Two people who cannot be blessed, if they forcibly stay together, will not find happiness, just like Tang Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan.
Nan Nan listened quietly, then said: “Although they say Yang Yuhuan was a femme fatale who brought disaster to the country, if there was a man who loved me like Tang Xuanzong, I would rather be Yang Yuhuan, even if it means death.”
Qian Zhi smiled faintly, noncommittal.
Nan Nan, seeing her smile, said: “Sister Qian Zhi, I think you look beautiful when you smile. You should smile more often.”
Qian Zhi was stunned, suddenly flashing back to distant fragments… Who said you look better when you smile… Who said that?
She lowered her head and caressed her increasingly swollen belly.
“Oh, why aren’t you wearing that necklace today?” Nan Nan keenly noticed her gardenia flower necklace was missing.
Qian Zhi took a sip of tea and said calmly: “Some things, if they are yours, they are yours. If they are not, even if you possess them, they are destined to be lost.
Nan Nan nodded, seemingly understanding, then said: “But I think one should fight for what they want.”
Qian Zhi asked: “Would you still do something even if you know it’s impossible?”
Nan Nan replied: “How can you know it’s impossible without trying? This world is full of possibilities. I’ve always believed this. Because I tried, even if I don’t get the result I want in the end, I have no regrets.”
