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Ten years ago, I was forced into a political marriage and left the empire. I asked the emperor if he would stop me—he remained silent. Now I return as a revered princess of a neighboring kingdom, mother of three. The once-proud emperor, eyes red with regret, chokes back tears like a boiling kettle, pleading, 'If I say I regret it now, is it too late?' But time does not reverse; his belated affection can no longer reclaim the woman who walked away.
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