PDLP Chapter 30 Cool Flying White
Chapter 30 Cool Flying White
In a magnificent hall, golden sunlight streamed in through the carved windows, and the floor was covered with a brocade carpet, predominantly crimson.
Li Zhi was born in the second year of the Zhenguan era (628 AD), and was enfeoffed as the Prince of Jin at the age of three.
Later, Crown Prince Li Chengqian and Prince Wei Li Tai were both deposed for various reasons. In the seventeenth year of Zhenguan (643), Li Zhi was made Crown Prince.
Then, in the twenty-third year of Zhenguan (649 AD), Emperor Taizong of Tang passed away, and Li Zhi successfully ascended the throne.
Li Zhi sat there in his magnificent crown prince robes, looking somewhat reserved.
Sizi stood to the side, her face beaming with smiles, her eyes crinkling. The upward curve of her lips seemed to hold a string of sweet dreams.
Sizi brought over a plate of half-ripe plums, which gleamed enticingly in the sunlight, reflecting the pure joy in her heart.
Si Zi said, "Oh my, I've come to share some delicious half-plums!! Brother Zhi Nu, you became the Crown Prince at the age of fifteen, that's amazing! Congratulations!"
Zhi Nu also responded: "Hehe, thanks for Si Zi's astrological magic, reminding me to stay away from Hou Junji."
Sizi: "Absolutely, boss, we have to be careful!! Hou Junji, the monkey's army is too hasty!! Rushing like that, they definitely won't amount to anything!"
Zhinu: I think our father is a bit too anxious, which has completely confused me.
Si Zi sighed: I really didn't expect that on April Fool's Day, which is April 1st, Crown Prince Chengqian would be demoted to a commoner. And Prince Li Yuanchang and Hou Junji were also executed.
Just three days later, Prince Jin was promoted to the new crown prince, and then personnel changes in the court were like a revolving lantern.
A week later, our father even went to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to apologize to the ancestors, saying that Chengqian had made a mistake.
Three days later, Li Tai's title was downgraded to Prince of the County, and not long after, he was exiled to Lingnan.
A few months later, the deposed Crown Prince Chengqian was also exiled to Qianzhou.
Oh dear, having lived to this point, Si Zi is so conflicted!
The eighteenth year of the Zhenguan era has passed in the blink of an eye, and another half year has slipped away.
Sizi's cheeks remained full as she muttered to herself, "Isn't it almost time for me to say goodbye to this wonderful world again?"
As I thought about it, tears involuntarily streamed down my face.
She told her brother Zhinu about her worries, saying that she might not make it.
Upon hearing this, Zhi Nu smiled and patted her head, saying, "What's going on in your little head? Who said you were leaving? You're an ageless little elf! Father and I have already discussed it. We'll tell everyone you're leaving, but actually we want to give you a different way of living."
Sizi's eyes widened: "Huh? I won't die?? Really?!"
Zhi Nu nodded: "Really, really!! You're perfectly healthy, but you have a strange illness that prevents you from growing up. You're always like a little baby. You're 12 years old now, and if you keep pretending, you'll be exposed. So, Father and I discussed it and decided to give you a different identity so you can continue to live happily."
Sizi was delighted to hear this, and secretly sneaked over to Aye's desk again!
Sunlight lazily spilled across the table. Princess Jinyang, with her soft little hands tightly gripping a wolf-hair brush, her eyes wide open, was earnestly imitating her father, Emperor Taizong's, cool flying white calligraphy!
Her pen, sometimes light as if it could fly, sometimes heavy as a falling leaf.
Hey, each stroke is so smooth, it's like it was done in one go, that's amazing!
Emperor Taizong walked in and was melted by his daughter's focused expression. His wish that his daughter would stay this cute forever and never grow up had unexpectedly become a sweet curse.
Li Shimin walked to her side and looked down at Si Zi's handwriting.
"Jinyang," Emperor Taizong said gently, "your handwriting is becoming more and more like your father's; it's almost indistinguishable."
Princess Jinyang raised her head and said with her rosy lips, "Father, I have watched you write since I was little. After learning for so long, I have finally lived up to your careful guidance."
Emperor Taizong chuckled inwardly, picked up the calligraphy she had just written, walked aside, and beckoned several of his attendants.
"Come, everyone, take a look at these two pieces of calligraphy," Emperor Taizong said, placing his own and Princess Jinyang's calligraphy side by side on the table with a deep smile. "Can you tell which one was written by me and which one was written by Princess Jinyang?"
Several ministers examined the calligraphy carefully, exchanged glances, and finally shook their heads, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Your Majesty, we really cannot tell the difference; the two pieces of calligraphy are exactly the same."
Emperor Taizong nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Princess Jinyang, his eyes filled with pride: "Jinyang, do you see? Even the ministers can't tell the difference. Your flying white strokes truly have the style of your father."