The first light of dawn spread like a blade across the tiled roofs, gilding the frost with pale silver. The entire Inner Court seemed to hold its breath. Servants whispered in corridors, eunuchs scurried with hurried steps, and the air was heavy with the weight of a trial that had not yet begun.
Inside Phoenix Hall, the atmosphere was no less tense. The maids were silent as they carried in the ceremonial garments.
Su Mei knelt, her hands trembling as she held up the plain robe of white silk. "Your Highness… it is time."
Ananya rose slowly, her expression composed. She stepped into the robe, letting the soft fabric fall against her skin. The maids smoothed the folds with shaking fingers, then gathered her long black hair, binding it high with a single jade pin.
When they stepped back, even they gasped.
"She looks… like snow," one whispered.
"Snow doesn't stain," another replied, her eyes wide.
Ananya said nothing. She looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror — pale, calm, unbowed. "Bring me to the Hall of Clear Sound."
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The courtyard stretched wide before her. Guards stood in rigid lines on either side, spears gleaming under the morning sun. Servants, concubines, and lesser officials had gathered to watch.
As she stepped forward, their whispers fluttered like crows' wings.
"Look how calm she walks."
"Calm? Or resigned?"
"They say she gave a merchant a handkerchief."
"With her initials? Shameless."
"Perhaps she trusts Heaven. We shall see."
The words slid around her like blades, but her stride did not falter.
Unseen by all, three shadows floated close. Wei Rong scowled at the gawkers. "Look at them, all hungry for her fall. Dogs, the lot of them."
Fen Yu wrung her hands, her voice quivering. "I hate this… they look at her like wolves ready to bite."
Li Shen's gaze never left Ananya's back, calm and unwavering. "Let them look. They will see more than they expect."
Ananya almost smiled at the faint whisper of their voices in her ear.
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The Hall of Clear Sound loomed ahead, its great doors carved with phoenixes soaring through clouds. When the guards pulled them open, the weight of solemn silence spilled out.
Inside, the court was assembled in full.
Ministers stood in ordered rows, robes of black and blue rustling like waves. Concubines sat glittering in jewels, their painted eyes sharp with curiosity or malice. At the highest seat, the Empress Dowager rested her hands on the arm of her throne, her face carved in ice.
Beside her sat the Emperor, robes dark as storm clouds, expression unreadable. His gaze swept the hall once, then fixed on nothing, a mask even his closest ministers could not pierce.
As Ananya entered, the murmur of voices died instantly. She walked to the center, the hem of her white robe whispering across the stone, and bowed low.
"Your Majesty. Mother of the Empire."
Her voice was steady, neither defiant nor meek.
Grand Eunuch Gao stepped forward, his staff striking the floor with a sharp crack. "The Queen Consort Lian stands accused of impropriety. Today she will undergo the Purity Rite. Heaven's judgment will reveal truth from lies."
Four great braziers burned at the corners of the altar, incense smoke twisting into the air in strange, curling patterns. Behind them, the purity mirror gleamed, polished so bright it seemed like a pool of still water, waiting to reflect sin or purity.
Ananya stepped into the circle of smoke, every eye upon her.
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A minister stepped forward, his voice ringing through the chamber. "A maid of the Duke's household has testified. She claims that while at her father's manor, the Queen Consort met secretly with a merchant in the garden. That she passed him a handkerchief, embroidered with her own initials. Such a token is the act of lovers, a betrayal of both throne and family."
A ripple of shock ran through the hall. Fans snapped shut. Concubines covered their mouths, whispering.
The Dowager's gaze was cold as steel. "If this is true, then she not only disgraces herself, but she drags shame upon the throne."
Fen Yu's voice trembled in Ananya's ear. "It's so unfair. They speak as though it's already proven."
Wei Rong snarled. "One word more and I'll scatter their scrolls into fire."
Li Shen's voice cut steady and calm. "Patience. Let her speak."
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Ananya lifted her head. Her eyes swept the court, unflinching.
"I have nothing to fear from Heaven's light. If they believe my honor can be broken by scraps of silk and whispers, then let Heaven itself judge me."
Her voice rang clear in the silent hall.
"Begin the rite."
The braziers flared higher, the smoke twisting like serpents. Ministers leaned forward. Concubines held their breath. The Emperor's eyes, for the first time, shifted toward her — dark, searching, unreadable.
And the Purity Rite began.