Dongyun Kingdom is not a matriarchal country, but a country where men and women are relatively equal. That is to say, if men have three wives and four concubines, then women can also have three husbands and four concubines if they are capable. When the previous emperor of Dongyun Kingdom was on his deathbed, he had no sons. According to the law, he passed the throne to his eldest daughter and then conferred the title of Princess Pinghe on his second daughter. The meaning of Pinghe is, of course, that he hoped the second daughter would assist the new emperor well and that the sisters would be close.
Furthermore, since the eldest daughter of the emperor was only thirteen years old when she ascended the throne, the late emperor issued an edict, granting Prince Qian, a prince of a different surname, the position of regent, so that he could handle state affairs before the empress came of age.
So the question arises: how does an empress who has nothing to do pass the time?
Feng Guang chose to sit in the Imperial Garden, occasionally sipping a drink, and then summoning dancers and musicians to entertain him. She was only fifteen years old this year, and her pretty face was still a little immature, but she wore a simple red dress that reached the ground, and her long black hair was only fixed with a white jade hairpin. A strand of long hair hung down to her chest, covering the neckline that was about to open, which made people's imaginations run wild. She was truly extremely charming.
Suddenly a gust of wind arose, and with it came a flash of sword light. A masked man in black, wielding a sword, charged straight at Feng Guang. The tip of his sword quickly approached her hair, but she did not move. The four maids standing beside her had already drawn a soft sword from their waists and deflected his sword.
The man, having failed in his first attack, did not linger in the fight. He intended to retreat using his lightness skill, but the four palace maids guarded each corner. If they were separated, their martial arts skills would at most be considered first-rate, not top-notch. However, once they cooperated in perfect harmony, their sword net would be dense and intertwined. Even the most skilled martial artist in the world would find it difficult to escape unscathed once trapped inside.
The musicians and dancers had already fled in terror, but Feng Guang held her wine cup with amusement in her eyes, as if the fight before her was nothing more than a special performance. Before long, the Imperial Guards arrived in haste and joined the battle. The man in black lost his sword and was quickly defeated. The four palace maids retrieved their soft swords and returned to Feng Guang's side. Some fanned the fans, while others carried fruit platters, standing obediently behind the Empress.
The Imperial Guards forced the man to kneel, but there was no sign of submission in his eyes. Seeing his disrespect for the Empress, the guards pressed his head down further, feigning submission.
"Your Majesty, I am late. Is there anything I can do for you?" The commander of the Imperial Guard was a middle-aged man in his forties named Qian Qiu. He had been in charge of the Imperial Guard since the reign of the previous emperor. At this moment, he knelt before Feng Guang, looking very concerned.
Before Feng Guang could speak, a delicate exclamation rang out, "What's going on?!"
A girl in a pink dress ran over, and upon seeing the scene before her, she couldn't help but look at Feng Guang, "Royal sister, are you alright?"
She was adorable, with an oval face and beautiful features. She even bore a resemblance to Feng Guang. She was Princess Pinghe, Xia Fengya, who was only fourteen years old this year.
Feng Guang smiled but didn't answer. She put down her wine glass and stood up. Only then did everyone realize that she was barefoot. Chief Qian and the imperial guards lowered their heads even further, not daring to look anymore.
What's your name?
The man in black's gaze fell upon a pair of delicate, jade-like feet. These feet were hidden beneath a floor-length red dress, but a gust of wind revealed the toes. He looked up and uttered two words of disgust: "Flirtatious!"
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