What disgusted Lu Qingyan the most was that Princess Xuanyan died, and the grassland king, who had become the new emperor of the empire, held the original owner's body and was overwhelmed with grief. He said that those people in the palace had harmed the original owner and that he wanted to avenge her. He took this opportunity to successfully weaken those powerful families who were involved with the concubines and further consolidated the imperial power in his own hands.
Meanwhile, the remnants of the Dacheng Kingdom who had long abandoned Princess Xuanyan stirred up a bloody storm under the banner of avenging their country and their daughter.
From birth to death, Luo Xuanyan was completely exploited by those people.
Lu Qingyan thought that if she were Luo Xuanyan, even if she died, she would be so angry at this grassland king that she would come back to life and drag this scumbag down to hell with her.
Luo Xuanyan was confused. She didn't want to repeat this life. She wanted revenge, but she didn't know how to get it. Besides these things, what kind of life did she want?
Lu Qingyan arrived at the exact time that was Luo Xuanyan's wedding night with the grassland king after she arrived on the grassland.
The custom on the grasslands is polygamy. When Luo Xuanyan married into the grasslands, the king already had three wives and more than a dozen concubines.
Thinking back to the rugged appearance of the grassland king in her memory, Lu Qingyan felt more and more that Luo Xuanyan and the grassland king were like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.
"Your Majesty." Lu Qingyan heard a noise outside the door.
"Go down. Tonight is my wedding night with the princess. Do not disturb me unless it is important." The grassland king's voice was very loud, like an eagle circling in the sky suddenly letting out a cry.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Then, the man lifted the curtain and came in.
Lu Qingyan felt the veil on her head being lifted, and light shone on her eyelids, causing them to tremble slightly before she slowly opened them.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly trembling, or a flower just beginning to bloom, blossoming little by little under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The grassland king had been glancing over casually, but he was not interested. He thought to himself that the beauties of Dacheng were all delicate and fragile, like glass from the Western Regions—good to look at but useless, and not worthy of the eyes of the grassland people.
But just one glance was enough to leave him mesmerized.
The magnificent and exquisite phoenix hairpin swayed gently before my eyes, revealing glimpses of the girl's captivating beauty. Her gorgeous red robe accentuated her alluring complexion, with a dot of vermilion on her forehead and blood-stained lips. When she smiled, she was like a bewitching fairy.
The moment her gaze met his suddenly intrigued eyes, the girl lowered her head shyly and frightenedly, revealing skin on her neck that was as delicate and white as fine porcelain.
Her every move seemed no different from that of an ordinary woman from Dacheng, but because of the girl's outstanding appearance, he temporarily kept her in his heart.
She truly is a beauty. Princess Xuanyan is known as the most beautiful woman in Dacheng. In the past, I only associated with women from the grasslands and didn't think that women could be that beautiful. After all, the women of the grasslands are not much different; they all have dark yellow skin, healthy bodies, and even a bit of strong muscles.
But now that this princess has come into the picture, the grassland king immediately realized the difference.
None of the women had skin as beautiful as the princess before him; it was as white as cow's or sheep's milk. The grassland king narrowed his eyes, reached out and touched Lu Qingyan's face, letting out a satisfied sigh: This is truly more tender than cow's milk.
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