Sun Zixi and her brother were very sad when their father died, but they were probably sad for two days before they forgot about it.
It's not surprising that they were cold-hearted. They were just county magistrates, and they treated their children like poisonous insects. The Sun siblings didn't have an easy childhood.
If it weren't for Huo Xiaolong, Sun Zixi would probably be the Eighth Prince's concubine by now.
"Xiao Lanhua, listen to my command and lead 10,000 troops to the border between Da'an and Dayan for defense."
"Sun Zixi and Sun Ziyang, obey my command and lead the people of the Imperial Guard to the border for negotiations."
"King of the Grasslands, heed my command! Send a message to prepare the grasslands for war."
Dressed in a dragon robe, Long'er sat high on the dragon throne, issuing orders. These past few days have been anything but peaceful; the border has already secretly advanced by a mile. No one knows what Princess Mingzhu is up to.
She didn't dare to fight against the Great Yan.
But she was still not satisfied and kept doing this kind of thing every time.
——Da'an Imperial Palace
Princess Mingzhu was sent to marry a foreign ruler last time, but the Great Yan did not accept her.
It's not that they look down on her; it's that Da Yan doesn't want a marriage alliance, but they haven't said they'll break ties with Da An either.
Princess Mingzhu did not return empty-handed; the girl, riding in a carriage, carried an ice box containing Huang Ranhu's head.
A pretty young girl was helped down from the carriage by her maid. She wore no makeup, and two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.
If a princess's marriage to another country fails, she will definitely apologize to the royal family.
A normal person would say:
"Father, please forgive me. I am incompetent and have failed you and the people of Da'an. I am willing to die to atone for my sins."
But Mingzhu didn't. It's unclear whether it was because the three little quail princesses in the Great Yan had opened up her meridians or something else, but she didn't kneel when she met the Emperor of the Great An.
Instead, he held the ice box containing the head above his head, his face filled with misery and indignation.
She called out to her father and two elder brothers:
"Da'an Pearl welcomes Marshal Huang Ranhu home!"
The girl's voice was firm and strong, yet trembling, her face filled with heartache and resentment.
The common people from Da'an, the capital, who had come to watch the spectacle, all knelt down upon seeing this scene, responding to Princess Mingzhu's words.
"Welcome home, Marshal."
"Welcome home, Marshal!"
A group of private soldiers arrived from the main road of the capital. They were descendants of Huang Ranhu and came with their private troops to retrieve their father's head.
Mingzhu handed the ice box to Huang Ranhu's eldest son, who then led his private soldiers to kowtow to Princess Mingzhu.
"Princess, you are so righteous! From now on, we will be willing to die for you."
The girl had injuries on her face, and anyone with eyes could tell that Princess Mingzhu had been wronged in the Great Yan.
If it weren't for Marshal Huang's body, why would Princess Mingzhu have suffered so much?
The people's hearts gradually shifted. The women in Da'an were not as free as those in Dayan, simply because Dayan had the Prince of Zhenbei.
However, their princess was no less beautiful.
Mingzhu looked at the Huang family's private soldiers who bowed down to her, and then she looked up at the people kneeling on the ground.
The girl finally understood what it meant to be all about power. No wonder, no wonder they all wanted to fight for that position.
After making a fool of herself at the banquet, Mingzhu was sent to a separate courtyard and smashed a lot of things.
She was really angry, feeling that Huo Xiaolong was humiliating her.
In addition, Princess Dayan had been causing trouble every day for the past few days, so Mingzhu took her maids out for a walk to clear her head.
The capital of Great Yan is truly different, Mingzhu thought to herself.
The young woman sat at the tallest restaurant in the capital of Yan, where she had a good view and could see Huo Panlijian, dressed in official robes, coming out for his lunch break.
I heard that the woman, as resilient as a plum blossom, was an advisor to the Prince of Zhenbei.
The woman from the Great Yan Dynasty took the imperial examination for the first time and became the top scholar.
Beside her was Sun Zixi, whom Lingyin Yuan herself had met. Mingzhu thought that they were both quite ordinary-looking, but if they were to get married, they should be able to find decent husbands.
With the Prince of Zhenbei as their backing, their husbands' families would certainly not mistreat them.
If that's the case, why bother working so hard outside for a few coins?
Immediately afterwards, Princess Mingzhu saw the Eighth Prince of Great Yan come over and talk to Huo Panlijian and Sun Zixi, his face full of flattery and respect.
To be honest, Yuwen Sinian didn't have anything important to do; he just came to inquire about Huanlu's whereabouts today, whether she was at Fengyue Tower or the Prince's Mansion.
These two were raised by Huanlv, so naturally we have to be polite to them, nothing more.
At first, Mingzhu thought that the Eighth Prince liked one of the two, so she sent someone out to inquire a little.
It was no secret that Yuwen Sinian was obsessed with Huanlu; everyone in the capital knew it. But no one said that Huanlu, a prostitute, was unworthy of the Eighth Prince.
"A prostitute? A prostitute is not worthy of being compared with royalty? I think the Yuwen family of the Great Yan is getting worse and worse."
Mingzhu was incredulous upon hearing the maid's report.
“Princess, that may be true, but no one says a prostitute is unworthy of the Eighth Prince…”
"What's the story behind that prostitute's background? Is she a noblewoman who has fallen on hard times? Or did she save the Eighth Prince's life? It's just the same old tricks."
“In reply to the princess, none of them are true. The Prince of Zhenbei grew up in a brothel. The servants around her are all her old acquaintances from her time in the brothel. They are also... they are the generals under the Prince of Zhenbei who defeated Marshal Huang.”
"Therefore, no one in the capital thinks that prostitute is unworthy of the Eighth Prince."
Watching Yuwen Sinian, who had been so dismissive of her yesterday, now fawning over Huo Panlijian and Sun Zixi as he paid for their meals, something slowly began to awaken within Mingzhu.
Jealousy, an inexplicable jealousy.
Losing to a prostitute?
But……
Doesn't jealousy mean I want to be like that too?
While she was feeling very troubled, the girl saw the person who had haunted her dreams the day before, but she was too embarrassed to say anything.
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