The Byzantine Betrayal Episode 1

~~Yè Xiān strolled through the Whispering Woods, sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The scent of wildflowers and fresh earth enveloped her, calming her troubled mind~~ ~~As she walked, the trees grew taller, their leaves rustling softly. Yè Xiān felt the forest's ancient magic stirring, responding to her presence~~ ~~Suddenly, a fawn emerged from the underbrush, nuzzling her hand. Yè Xiān smiled, feeling a deep connection to the creature~~ "Little one, you sense my turmoil, don't you?" she whispered. ~~The fawn's large eyes seemed to understand, offering comfort~~ ~~Yè Xiān sat beneath a willow, the fawn beside her. The forest's serenity wrapped around her like a soothing balm~~ ~~For a fleeting moment, she forgot the darkness gathering beyond the woods~~

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

After some moments,she got a strange feeling to go back to the village..more importantly the palace..

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Gets onto her horse and rides back as fast as she could*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*When she arrived*...

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

What?...

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

No..no..no..this can't be..*her whole body is trembling*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Grabs a bow and an arrow from a dead soldier and attacks the enemies*

*Kills every soldiers and heads to the palace*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Sees her dead parents, ministers,friends and all*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Falls on her knees and cries*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Comes out from the throne room*....*smirks*..Aww..poor little thing

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Looks at him with hatred*...

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Bites his lower lips and smirks*..Oh darling~.. Don't look at me like that...u know the consequences~..*lifts her chin up by his sword*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

What the hell do u want!?

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

Power..*Smug grin*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Looks at him with disgust*... Power?..do u think..this is the f*cking solution?

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Kneels down,puts his sword down and lifts her chin up his hands gently by holding her tightly and pulling her closer by her waist* Don't use that word...until and unless u wanna get f*cked, darling

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Raised an eyebrow*..Oh really?...*Takes his sword at a speed and slains him in every part but he was still alive and pins the sword at his arm*

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

Dang it! *falls down*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Stands up*...Oh~..how pathetic

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Frustrated*...Brat...

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Takes the sword out*

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Expressionless*

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

U will pay for this!

Emperor Lixin (The ml/villian)

*Stands up and points the sword at her*... Little Princess.. let's see who is the winner..*smirks*

Princess Yè Xiān (The fl/heroine)

*Takes a sword*

Yè Xiān stood tall, her sword shining within the palace walls. Lixin, his eyes blazing with fury, emerged from the shadows. "You dare challenge me in my own palace?" Yè Xiān asked, her voice steady. Lixin sneered. "Your empire will crumble, Yè Xiān. Tonight, I claim its throne." Their blades clashed, echoing through the halls. Yè Xiān's movements were swift, precise, but Lixin's power seemed unmatched. They battled across the palace, through chambers and courtyards. Yè Xiān's guards fell, one by one, under Lixin's relentless assault. As they fought, Yè Xiān sensed Lixin's darkness growing. His eyes burned with an otherworldly energy. Suddenly, Lixin landed a blow, sending Yè Xiān crashing to the floor. "You should have killed me when you had the chance," Lixin hissed, his sword raised. Yè Xiān gazed up, defiant. "I'll never yield." Lixin's smile twisted. "We'll see about that"

Lixin's soldier took an opportunity...to attack her..

Yè Xiān's vision blurred as the arrow struck her shoulder. She stumbled, her sword slipping from her grasp. Lixin's soldier approached, his face twisted in a snarl. "Finish her," Lixin ordered. But Yè Xiān's body crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Lixin's eyes narrowed. "Throw her into the river," he commanded. "Let the currents carry her away." The soldier hesitated, then lifted Yè Xiān's limp form. He tossed her over the palace walls, into the dark, churning waters below. Yè Xiān's body sank, the river's currents sweeping her downstream. Her life seemed to slip away, lost in the darkness. Yet, fate intervened. A figure, hidden in the shadows, watched Yè Xiān's fall. They dove into the river, expertly navigating the currents. With powerful strokes, they swam toward Yè Xiān, grasping her wrist

Morning sunlight danced across the waterfall's misty veil. Yifei, an elderly man with wispy white hair, walked along the riverbank, gathering herbs. As he rounded a boulder, he spotted Yè Xiān's limp form, caught in the rocky shallows. Yifei rushed forward, concern etched on his weathered face. "Child, what sorrows have brought you to this place?" He gently lifted Yè Xiān's head, checking her wounds. The arrow's damage was severe, but Yifei's skilled hands moved swiftly. With tender care, he cleansed and bandaged her wounds

Yifei gently lifted Yè Xiān into his arms, cradling her like a child. He walked along the winding path to his secluded cottage. Inside, he laid her on a soft pallet, covering her with a warm blanket. Yifei's eyes filled with compassion as he gazed at her peaceful face. "Child, what turmoil have you endured?" he whispered, shaking his head. Yifei tended to her wounds, applying herbal remedies to speed her recovery. As night fell, he sat beside her, watching over her. Yè Xiān's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her beauty undiminished by the ordeal. Yifei's heart ached, sensing the depth of her suffering. As the fire crackled, Yifei's thoughts turned to his past. He had sworn to protect those in need, and this young woman was no exception

Yifei carefully cleaned Yè Xiān's wounds, applying a soothing balm made from the rare Golden Lotus flower. He gently wrapped her shoulder with a roll of silk, securing it with a delicate ceramic pin. As night deepened, Yifei prepared a restorative tea, infusing it with the essence of ginseng, licorice root, and cassia bark. He coaxed Yè Xiān's lips open, pouring the warm liquid into her mouth. Yè Xiān's eyelids fluttered, but she remained unconscious. Yifei's concern grew; her injuries were grave. Suddenly, Yè Xiān's body began to tremble, her skin burning with fever. Yifei swiftly prepared a cooling poultice, mixing powdered jade and mint with rice wine. As he applied the poultice, Yè Xiān's eyes snapped open. She gazed at Yifei, confusion and pain etched on her face. "Drink this," Yifei said softly, offering another dose of tea. Yè Xiān sipped, her eyes locked on Yifei's kindly face