【The Legend of Fairy Mingxue】(Modified to offer 57% off plus 58% off)

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Snow Dances Across the Land, Drinking with You
As the two ships approached each other on the sea, they saw that the opposite ship was indeed like a brothel. Young men and women
gathered on the deck, drinking and making merry. Goose feather snowflakes fell heavily. Seeing so many young men and women enjoying the snow and drinking on the deck
, Zhu Lin dared not let his guard down. A maid standing on the opposite ship smiled sweetly:
"My master invites our distinguished guests to a gathering on the ship,"
Zhao Qingqing said, putting away her zither. Zhu Lin, standing guard beside her with his sword drawn, whispered, "Princess,
we don't know what's on the ship opposite. We should be careful."
Zhao Qingqing, with her hands behind her back, replied, "It's alright. It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. The more we're worried, the more
cowardly we appear."
Zhu Lin said, "Very well. We've been through so much together.
What harm is there if it's someone from the demon realm?"
The two then boarded the opposite ship side by side. The demon realm ship was decorated with pink and yellow gauze curtains, its interior resplendent with gold and jade. Each
deck was filled with banquets, beautiful women, and talented young men. Numerous beautiful maids bustled about, serving them. The air was fragrant.
Zhao Qingqing followed a maid to a room, who pushed open the door.
Upon entering, she thought to herself, "What a devil!"
Seated on the central golden chair was a middle-aged man in brocade robes, around forty years old.
He had a ruddy complexion, a large head and ears, and sly, piercing eyes. A small mustache clung to his lips
, making him appear rather lewd and comical. His face was so fat he had no chin. He was flirting with the beautiful woman in his arms with a lewd grin.
When Zhao Qingqing and Zhu Lin approached side-by-side, the fat man immediately rose and knelt down like a whirlwind, his eyes crinkling with laughter as he shrieked
, "Ahem… This old servant has failed to greet Your Highness properly; I am truly rude…"
Zhao Qingqing glanced at the fat man with her beautiful eyes and lightly raised her hand, saying, "Prime Minister, please rise."
This fat man was none other than the Prime Minister of the Dragon Palace. His true form was a black tortoise that had cultivated for a thousand years. Zhu Lin
looked him over carefully and thought to himself, "So he's an old black tortoise from the Dragon Palace." "Turtle..."
The Turtle Prime Minister pointed to his seat with his fat hand, a kind smile on his face. "This old servant has long heard
of Your Highness's deeds. Even the Dragon King himself admires you greatly, and insists on meeting you sometime."
Zhao Qingqing moved her delicate body slightly and took her seat, casually playing with her hair. "But why has the Prime Minister
come here?"
The Turtle Prime Minister's fat face showed a hint of helplessness. "That
's a long story." Zhao Qingqing said, "Prime Minister, please speak frankly."
The Turtle Prime Minister then slowly said, "Your Highness, please look." As
he spoke, the Turtle Prime Minister turned his back to Zhu Lin and Zhao Qingqing, and drew
a line in the air with his fat hand. Instantly, clouds swirled and danced before them, layers of dark mist swirling in the air like a mirage, indescribably
eerie.
Zhu Lin stared at the mist, swallowing hard, his eyes carefully observing
what it could conjure!
Everyone held their breath, watching as the fog thickened, revealing what appeared to be an illusion. The
nature of this illusion was unknown, filled with a ghostly atmosphere. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the illusion, and gradually,
the outlines of countless towering mountains began to appear within the fog. These mountains soared into the clouds,
and from their depths, surging, flowing black fog continuously billowed forth, obscuring their depths.
The mountains were shrouded in layers of dark miasma, a scene of utter darkness. Outside the mountains, thorns
grew rampant, swamps were everywhere, and the cries of monkeys and wolves were clearly audible; countless poisonous insects and monstrous beasts lurked in the air, sending
chills down one's spine.
The Turtle Prime Minister said, "Your Highness's name is renowned throughout the demon realm. As a cultivator, you must know some of
the demon realm's secrets."
Zhao Qingqing seemed weary, her brows furrowing slightly. "The demon realm has its own holy maiden to uphold justice. I do not wish to be embroiled in
too much trouble."
The Turtle Prime Minister turned and approached Zhao Qingqing step by step, saying, "Fairy, can you truly remain uninvolved?"
Zhu Lin suddenly stepped forward to block the Turtle Prime Minister, saying, "Prime Minister, no one can stop my princess from doing what she wants
. I hope you understand this, even in the Dragon Palace."
The Turtle Prime Minister's smile vanished completely. He flicked his sleeve and turned away. "With my thousand years of cultivation, I can only glimpse
within a hundred miles of the Ten Thousand Mountains. That monster's power is growing stronger and stronger. It's no exaggeration to say that its
army is capable of destroying the world."
Zhu Lin snorted and turned his head away, saying, "Destroying the world is one thing, but destroying the world of the demon realm. My state is already struggling to
survive; how can we have time to care about the lives of others?"
The Turtle Prime Minister's mustache rose without wind, and he said with a hint of anger, "Hmph, General, you're so carefree. The demon realm is called
the demon realm, but its millions of inhabitants are mostly humans. The true demon king has long wanted to destroy the world, and the seal is about to
break. " "Crack! At that time, General, just wait and see the power of the demon army!"
Zhao Qingqing raised her hand to stop Zhu Lin, saying, "Prime Minister, please don't be offended. I am truly powerless. Please tell the Holy Maiden that
it's better to strike first than to sit and wait for death. Please ask the Holy Maiden to select brave warriors to break into the demon cave and reinforce the seal."
The Turtle Prime Minister lazily said, "The Holy Maiden said that your magical power is unfathomable. If you lead the warriors of both realms
into the Ten Thousand Mountains, there might still be a glimmer of hope, but it seems unlikely at present. However, the Holy Maiden has one more
thing to say: if the seal breaks and the demon army breaks free, and the Nine Heavens are in danger, please ask the Holy Maiden to come then..." " I'll lend a helping hand to the Nine Heavens .
In return, Your Highness, if you need the Dragon Palace, just say the word."
Zhao Qingqing pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, then so be it, Prime Minister. I hope the rumors I heard about the Nine Heavens
' intention to enter the Bohai Sea are false."
The Turtle Prime Minister coughed awkwardly and said, "That's nonsense. My master is already overwhelmed by the Ten Thousand Mountains
."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and said, "Alright, I should go now."
The Ghost Prime Minister winked and smiled, saying obsequiously, "This old servant respectfully sees Your Highness off."
The return journey was long, and the return voyage took all night. It was almost dawn, and the snow outside the ship was howling incessantly.
She plunged into the sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye, melting into the vast depths. Zhao Qingqing, her long hair loosely tied up, her alluring body clad
in a purple dress that accentuated her tall, slender frame. Her exquisite face was veiled in a pale red gauze. Standing there gracefully, her beautiful eyes gazing at
the heavy snow outside the ship, she softly recited, "Snow, though beautiful, how can it control its own destiny?"
Just then, Zhu Lin entered the room, his hand on his sword, and asked, "Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao Qingqing sat cross-legged and said, "I just remembered I should return to Dingzhou."
Zhu Lin nodded and smiled helplessly, "Indeed, we can go back to Dingzhou together."
Zhao Qingqing reached out her jade-like hand and gently adjusted the candle wick, making the flame brighter. She turned her head and said, "Thinking about it carefully,
people are always nostalgic. Where we come from, we must eventually return to."
Zhu Lin shook his head and laughed, "Ha, but Princess, you've never been one to like..." "A sentimental person, since you've decided
to leave Liang, surely there's a way out."
Zhao Qingqing picked up a candle and placed it in front of her, smiling sweetly. "If that's how you put it, then I won't pretend with you anymore
. Zhu Lin, come here!"
Zhu Lin's heart melted at her sweet call, and he stammered in disbelief, "You called me?"
Zhao Qingqing smiled beautifully and said, "It's just the two of us here, who else should I call?"
Zhu Lin no longer doubted her and strode forward to sit in front of her, hesitatingly asking, "Is it alright?"
Zhao Qingqing nodded and said, "In public we are ruler and subject, in private we can be considered close friends."
Zhu Lin looked at her thin purple dress and instinctively wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but he
stopped abruptly halfway through, his hand almost touching her fragrant shoulder. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and Zhao Qingqing looked directly into his eyes. Her pretty face was clearly visible beneath the veil
, and her clear, beautiful eyes were even more misty. "I...I'm not cold, it's just that you're too tired, you should
rest."
Hearing this, Zhu Lin's throat tightened, and his eyes moistened as he smiled. "It's alright, I'm
used to being rough, a little thing won't tire me out."
Zhao Qingqing bit her red lips and didn't speak again; their breaths could be heard between them. Zhu Lin gazed intently
at her face, veiled by a pale red gauze. Her face was so exquisitely beautiful that he had always been hesitant to look closely. Tonight was the first
time he had seen her face so closely, especially her red lips beneath the veil—they were so alluring.
Zhu Lin's heart pounded, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her. The distance between them gradually closed. Zhao
Qingqing raised her delicate hand to cover her red lips and laughed, "If you keep doing this, I won't respect you anymore."
Zhu Lin coughed awkwardly and said, "Actually, Brother Yan is a good person. I really had some misunderstandings about him before."
Zhao Qingqing straightened her body and said softly, "He does have some flaws, but overall, he's a very good person."
Zhu Lin thought to himself, "How could I dare say he's not good...?"
Dawn was approaching, and the welcoming party had been waiting for a long time as they approached the shore. Zhao Qingqing disembarked first, and
Xu Liang walked quickly... Lai bowed and said, "Princess, everything is ready for our return to Dingzhou. We can depart now
."
Zhao Qingqing lightly raised her jade hand and said, "Yes, but this time I will not be coming to Changjun again after returning to Dingzhou. Zhu Lin
will also accompany me back to Dingzhou temporarily. You can handle things here in Changjun as you see fit, and get the naval matters settled as soon as possible."
Xu Liang bowed his head and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, I will do my best."
Accompanied by A Juan, Zhao Qingqing boarded the carriage and headed back to Dingzhou. Zhu Lin accompanied her on horseback, and the guards around them
stretched as far as the eye could see. They traveled for two days in the midst of heavy snow and howling winds to return to Dingzhou.
Little Mudskipper sat in the carriage, not daring to utter a word, only his shifty eyes darting around.
As soon as Zhao Qingqing drank her medicine, A-Juan couldn't help but ask, "Auntie...is your illness better?"
A-Juan replied, "It's just a cold, nothing serious, Little Mudskipper, don't worry."
Little Mudskipper said "Oh" and didn't speak again. After a while, Zhao Qingqing suddenly asked, "I heard people say you're of
questionable character, is that true?"
Little Mudskipper was about to lie when Zhao Qingqing frowned and said, "Tell the truth."
Little Mudskipper was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, quickly saying, "Replying to Auntie! When Little Mudskipper had nothing to eat or drink, I stole
...someone's food."
A-Juan chuckled upon hearing this, "Alright, alright, don't be afraid. The princess just has high hopes for you; after
all, she doesn't have many relatives in Dingzhou. You can go now."
Only then did Little Mudskipper leave, and Zhao Qingqing lay down... Inside the carriage, she murmured, "A-Juan, do you think this little mudfish can
be emperor?"
A-Juan carefully tucked her in and said, "I don't know. Everyone says he's frivolous and unfit
for great things. That's what Xu Liang said."
Zhao Qingqing picked up a book and flipped through it, saying, "I don't think so. It's all about human effort. This child seems cunning,
but he's actually quite clever. If he's properly nurtured, he could become a great talent."
A-Juan smiled gently and said, "Princess, you seem to value this little mudfish quite a bit. But you
've been busy lately, so why don't you get some sleep?"
Zhao Qingqing casually put down the book and suddenly asked, "How long have Zhu Yao and he been gone?"
A-Juan said with some reluctance, "Alas, my young lady and her husband have been gone for several days."
Zhao Qingqing felt quite sad. She opened her red lips several times but couldn't utter a word, only letting out a soft sigh.
Snow fell heavily outside the window, a vast expanse of white stretching as far as the eye could see, a desolate wilderness blanketed in white. Reaching a
crossroads at the foot of a majestic mountain, a massive army of tens of thousands from Dingzhou was rapidly marching northwards , a long
, winding line stretching across the mountains. Zhao Qingqing's guards stopped and made way for them. She lifted the curtain and whispered, "Whose army is this
?"
Zhu Lin halted his horse and bowed, replying, "It's Zhang Biao's 30,000-strong new army, ordered by Vice General Xiahou Yue to advance to
the Jinzhou front to confront Murong Chong."
Zhao Qingqing nodded, and her guards... Juan accompanied her down the carriage road: "I didn't expect him to return to Dingzhou before me
."
Zhu Lin jumped off his horse and came to her side, saying, "I heard that Lord Wu and Zhang Biao get along very well and
returned to the city together. General Ba's troops at the front are insufficient, so Miss Ouyang transferred Zhang Biao's troops."
Zhao Qingqing glanced at them a few times. The troops in front of her, after a short period of training, were already quite spirited as they marched
. She was talking about an elite army. Zhang Biao really had a way of training troops. She nodded and smiled lightly: "Speaking of which..."
"This is a letter I wrote to Ouyang Ni, but I forgot about it. Perhaps I've been
too tired these past few days."
Zhu Lin coughed and said, "Indeed, Your Highness, you've been overworked lately.
You can't even remember the orders you issued yourself. But there's been a lot going on lately."
Zhao Qingqing glared at him and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm so young, how could I be so forgetful?"
Zhu Lin didn't dare to argue with her, and smiled awkwardly without saying anything. Zhao Qingqing moved her delicate body to the roadside and gently raised her jade
hand, softly calling out, "All troops, halt!"
At her shout, the Dingzhou soldiers all over the mountains stopped in their tracks. The order was
relayed one after another, and soon the mountains and fields became eerily quiet. Apart from the panting of the horses, there was no other sound. This new army was
extremely well-trained. Zhao Qingqing, her hands clasped behind her back, smiled radiantly and said, "A fine young man from Dingzhou
going to the front lines without wine is no good. I wonder if your General Zhang has prepared any wine for you?"
The soldiers, over 30,000 men, stood ready, hands on their swords, standing at attention. Snowflakes drifted down their shoulders, and the resounding
reply of tens of thousands echoed through the heavens and earth. Zhao Qingqing stood at the front of the formation and laughed, "It's good that you all brought some. Alright, now listen to my
command! I order you all to bring out your wine. I'll drink with you properly today!"
Zhu Lin stood behind her, watching Zhao Qingqing. At this moment, she had truly found herself again, radiating her own light
. But was this the last time? He didn't know, and dared not think about it.
Thirty thousand soldiers raised their wine jugs in unison—a sight truly rarely seen. Zhao Qingqing picked up a wine jug and said, "
There are over two hundred thousand northern soldiers along the Jinzhou line. Are you afraid?"
Vice General Xiahou Yue, standing on his horse, laughed heartily, "We brothers all say that the northern soldiers are
invincible! Bah! They're all born of the same parents, aren't they? In a real fight, who's afraid of whom? Princess,
rest assured! We brothers will not let you down when we go to the front lines!"
Zhao Qingqing stood in the icy sky... In the snow, Meili laughed, "The brave warriors have gone to war, and we don't know when they will return.
I will drink this fine wine with you all here, cheers!"
When she returned to Dingzhou City, Wu De and Zhang Biao stood at the city gate to greet her. Zhao Qingqing said a few words and then
ignored the two men. Accompanied by Zhu Lin, she went to the Yuan family. Yuan Xiaodie had grown a lot, and no one called her Fatty anymore.
Zhao Qingqing changed into a white dress, first looked at Yuan Zhengnan, knelt down in front of everyone, and then stood up and said, "People should remember
their roots. If they don't..." "With Lord Yuan, there would be no Dingzhou as it is today."
Zhu Lin helped Yuan Xiaodie, who was also kneeling, to her feet and whispered, "The princess has made up her mind to break away from Liang. Dingzhou
becoming an independent state is imminent. The princess has already ordered painters to paint portraits of the generals of Dingzhou, which will hang in the
Listening Snow Pavilion in the princess's mansion for generations to come. The princess herself hung Lord Yuan's portrait there. If Lord Yuan knew this in the afterlife, he would surely
be smiling in his grave."
Yuan Xiaodie wiped away her tears and smiled bitterly, "My father would be very happy if he knew." "The princess has been very good to our
family. We've never lacked gold or silver, so I have nothing to worry about."
Zhao Qingqing said softly, "Since I took over Dingzhou, I haven't slept early a single night. I've also come to understand
the hardships Lord Yuan endured back then. To be honest, how could I, a mere woman, be someone who holds power for long?"
Zhu Lin couldn't help but advise, "Your Highness, you should go back."
Zhao Qingqing looked at the plum blossoms in the courtyard and sighed, "Everyone says that people strive for higher positions, but they don't know
the saying, 'The higher you climb, the colder it gets.'"
In
the stillness of the night, only a painted boat drifts on the sea. Snowflakes fall from the water, landing on
her shoulders. Zhao Qingqing leans against the vermilion window, gazing at the distant island, and softly says, "In the past, the apricot and peach blossoms were still beautiful, the misty waves were serene, and
the ladies were lovely."
"Peach blossoms and verdant green, a secluded island, a place of quiet retreat, accompanied by the bright moon over the deep sea, drifting on the sea
in a small boat, gently playing the zither, thus creating heavenly music."
"Tonight, the snow has become a scene, the frost is nowhere to be seen, the tides come and go, the painted boat drifts among them, the distant island becomes
a snow kingdom, thinking of this place, thinking of this good place to drink and enjoy the festivities, is it only in the world that the beauty of Jiangnan is uniquely beautiful?"
"Tonight, the men on the boat have a refined air, the women have gentle beauty, lightly picking up their vermilion brushes to write, recalling thirty miles overseas
, there are high mountains and Buddhist temples, landscapes painted like a painting, the lake and willows floating on the water, quite beautiful."
"I remember a time when the weather was perfect, a feast was held, and the sounds of flutes and pipes lingered until late into the night. Looking up, I saw a
bright moon, white as snow, its light pure and bright. It was then that I thought to myself, 'Why not give me a fresh rain, or let me pluck a willow branch
? Why this snow tonight?'"
Fang Bing picked up her wine cup and took another sip, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "Whether it's rain or snow, Miss Zhao, since
you've invited me for drinks tonight, I'll gladly give my life."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled gently. "Miss Fang, you're the host. Mingxue is just a guest tonight. A guest should follow the host's lead.
Honestly, there's no need to drink until we're both drunk."
Fang Bing chuckled. "How about we play a drinking game?"
Zhao Qingqing smiled helplessly. "I don't know how to play those kinds of games."
Fang Bing grabbed the wine pot and poured her another cup. "Miss Zhao, you're a rare guest. I never expected you
to come here tonight. After all, the ten-year promise we made last time is still a long way off."
Zhao Qingqing rested her chin on her hand. "With you..." "Drinking is the most enjoyable thing. As for me
, although I don't like drinking, don't underestimate my drinking capacity."
Fang Bingsha shyly covered her pretty face and smiled beautifully, "How could I dare to underestimate you, Miss Mingxue? But Mingxue, there's
something I'd like to ask you."
Zhao Qingqing played with her wine glass and smiled charmingly, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Fang Bingsha coughed and asked with a smile, "Do you think a man who, after getting to know a woman,
discards her after he's had his fill, is a good man?"
Zhao Qingqing tilted her pretty face and thought for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. This laughter was so beautiful that it was hard to look directly at her. She didn't
care about her beauty at all and said with incomparable nobility, "Haven't you heard a saying?"
Fang Bingsha looked at her face with her beautiful eyes and said, "What saying? Tell Bing'er quickly!"
Zhao Qingqing played with her hair and said gently and softly, "You must have heard this saying before."
Isn't it true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? If a woman isn't beautiful, but she has a man who truly
loves her, then in that man's eyes, she's as beautiful as Xi Shi (a legendary beauty). Conversely, if a man is so bad
that he abandons his wife and children, is philandering, and heartless, then if he truly has a woman who loves him,
what do his bad qualities matter? Fang
Bing pouted after hearing this and said, "How annoying! I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life."
Zhao Qingqing chuckled and said, "Is that why you're still a virgin?"
Fang Bing blushed and quickly said, "Let's not talk about that! I'm going back to the North tomorrow."
Zhao Qingqing put down her wine cup and smiled, "Then let's stay on the ship and rest well tonight."
Fang Bing's beautiful eyes lit up and she said gently, "How about Miss Mingxue sleeps in the same bed with me tonight and we can whisper some sweet
nothings?"
Zhao Qingqing nodded and said, "Okay!"
Fang Bing picked up her wine cup, leaned against the vermilion window, and smiled, "But the scenery tonight is really nice. Drinking and watching the snow, life..." "
And how many times have I thought that Bing'er might have to live alone for the rest of her life? What about you?"
Zhao Qingqing glanced out the window a few times, her red lips trembling slightly as if in hesitation, before finally saying in a daze, "Wandering the world,
detached from worldly affairs..."
Fang Bing turned and smiled, "It seems you've truly seen through
the world's illusions. But that's quite good. Actually, the first time I saw you, I was stunned by your beauty. A girl as beautiful as you, like a celestial being, makes one wonder if you're a
fairy from heaven. It's a pity, you're such a person who loves tranquility. In the end, this chaotic world is not suitable
for a fairy like you!"
Zhao Qingqing poured herself another glass of wine, remaining silent for a long time before suddenly... He said, "I don't understand why
we're doing all this. If we can't understand it, why not just believe in Taoism? Wandering the world, making the four seas our home, it
's all very good..."
Fang Bing raised her hand and said, "Fairy Mingxue, how about having another drink with me?"
Zhao Qingqing raised her wine cup and smiled sweetly, "Why not?"
Just as the two women were about to drink at the same time, A-Juan rushed into the boat in a panic, saying urgently, "Princess, let's
go back quickly."
Fang Bing raised her pretty face and asked, "Has something serious happened?"
Zhao Qingqing stood up and smiled faintly, "It's nothing, I'll go back and check."
A-Juan accompanied Zhao Qingqing... Together they boarded the small boat. Zhao Qingqing gently stroked her hair with her delicate hand and asked, "What's
wrong?"
A-Juan looked around nervously and said, "Princess Yu'er came looking for you, but you weren't there, so she started throwing things .
The maids are afraid to go in."
Zhao Qingqing frowned and asked, "Do you know why?"
A-Juan shook her head helplessly and said, "Princess Yu has a very good temper; she wouldn't get angry for no reason."
The sea breeze blew between them, a stray strand of hair lingering near her lips. Zhao Qingqing was dazed and confused, completely oblivious. She didn't even know how she got back to Dingzhou; it was all a blank. She couldn't even 　　remember
what A-Juan had said . 　　Snowflakes fell layer by layer. The plum blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom, but the gloomy clouds before them made it impossible for anyone to appreciate 　　the snow. 　　As she pushed open the door, a vase suddenly crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Her room was already a mess. 　　Zhao Yu'er sat on the bed, shrieking, "Why won't you leave me alone?" 　　Zhao Qingqing knelt down to clean up the mess. Zhao Yu'er rushed from the bed, looking down at her and demanding, " 　　Why aren't you saying anything? Are you feeling guilty?" 　　Zhao Qingqing picked up the shards of the vase and whispered, "Sister just wants to know the truth, I'm sorry..." 　　Zhao Yu'er turned her face away, tears streaming down her cheeks, crying weakly, "You want to know the truth? 　　What good will it do you?" 　　Zhao Qingqing trembled slightly, her disheveled hair brushing against the floor, obscuring half her face. Zhao Yu'er turned away, trying 　　to suppress her emotions, muttering to herself, "What good will it do you... Will knowing make me a perfect 　　person? Impossible, impossible." 　　Zhao Qingqing stammered, "How can this matter be over until he pays the price in blood?" 　　Zhao Yu'er smiled, turning her head slightly. "No one dares compare to you, sister. Everyone says you're a fairy descended from heaven, everyone knows you're 　　the most beautiful woman in the world. Countless men would rather kneel before you and let you look at them a few more times. With a wave of your hand, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are at 　　your command. Sister, you're really amazing. But you're so beautiful, so pure and innocent, why did Yan Yifan 　　take Zhu Yao and leave you all alone?" 　　These words tore at her heart. Zhao Qingqing was so pained that she couldn't speak, tears streaming down her face 　　. With tears welling in her eyes, Juan, standing outside the door, clearly saw blood streaming from Zhao Qingqing's fingers, yet she seemed oblivious. 　　The white fragments were stained with blood. Zhao Yu'er, her back to her, uttered words that were heart-wrenching. Juan could no longer hold back and rushed 　　into the house, cradling Zhao Qingqing's hands… 　　Zhao Yu'er burst out the door, and Juan hugged Zhao Qingqing, choking back sobs, "This is truly agonizing." 　　Zhao Qingqing murmured to herself, "It's not her fault, it's not her fault…" 　　As she spoke, she looked towards the door, where the snow was pure white, pristine and immaculate… The 　　world 　　truly moves fast. 　　Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye. At night, snow fell heavily. Outside the dilapidated temple, a bonfire burned brightly. 　　A young woman squatted beside the fire. Her beautiful eyes were like pools of clear water, and her face was covered by a thin veil, which 　　could not hide her captivating beauty. Such a delicate girl 　　stood out all alone in the dilapidated temple, surrounded by grotesque statues. 　　She was warming herself by the fire alone when the sounds of a man and woman talking gradually drifted from outside the dilapidated temple. The woman's voice was sweet and 　　melodious as she said, "Husband, perhaps we shouldn't disturb them..." 　　The man laughed heartily, "It's alright. It's freezing cold; everyone faces difficulties when traveling." 　　The young woman recognized the voices and couldn't help but turn around. It was Yan Yifan, holding Zhu Yaoyu's hand 　　, walking in from outside. Yan Yifan looked at her and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Fang is here too?" 　　Fang Bing lifted her skirt to make room and smiled sweetly, "Is this a place only for you?" 　　Yan Yifan shook his head and smiled, "Of course not. I'm taking my wife back to the capital, and we're passing by and wanted to borrow this fire to warm ourselves."

"Warm your hands."
Fang Bing's beautiful eyes looked at Zhu Yao's face. Seeing her beautiful features and gentle temperament, she felt a little closer to her
. She said, "I've heard so much about Miss Zhu. Seeing you today, you are indeed a stunning beauty."
Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, "Are you Miss Fang? Yi Fan mentioned you to me. I didn't expect to meet you tonight.
It's fate."
The three of them warmed themselves around the fire. Yan Yi Fan only cared about keeping Zhu Yao company. Fang Bing rested her pretty face on her hand and said, "
Brother Yan, I heard that Murong Cheng suffered a great defeat and fled back to the capital. Have you heard about it?"
Yan Yi Fan took some firewood and put it into the fire. He said, "I heard about it. It was expected, but His Majesty..." "Your health isn't
good, Miss Fang, is that why you returned to the capital?"
Fang Bing smiled sweetly, not denying it but asking in return, "Brother Yan, didn't you also return to the capital for this reason? It seems the Third Prince
is also a bit anxious."
When Yan Yifan heard her mention Murong Ji, he retorted calmly, "The Fourth Prince rushed back to the capital in such a hurry, he's
no better off than anyone else."
Fang Bing stretched out her jade hand and slapped it with a "smack," saying, "Alright! Then Brother Yan, would you be interested in betting with someone on
who will become the emperor of the Northern Kingdom?"
Yan Yifan raised his handsome face and said, "A beauty's invitation, how could I dare refuse?"
Fang Bing's beautiful eyes looked at the fire and said, "Bing'er thinks..." " The two princes are evenly matched; it seems
more likely they'll each control their own territory."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yifan stared intently into Fang Bing's eyes. Fang Bing removed her veil, smiling beautifully, "Is Bing'er
wrong?"
Yan Yifan took a deep breath and laughed, "It's pitiful that others schemed so much, only to have their secrets exposed by you. I admire
you."
Fang Bing's willow-leaf eyebrows smiled, her eyes like autumn water. Every glance and smile she gave was like
a secret flirtation, intoxicating. Hearing his praise, she showed no arrogance, her beauty captivating as she said, "Actually,
one should learn from Brother Yan. Even that fairy-like Zhao..." " You've already managed to get your hands on the princess, and Miss Zhu Yao too. You're truly
blessed with good fortune. The Fourth Prince is arrogant and full of political scheming, but when it comes to pleasure, he can't compare to you."
Zhu Yao smiled gently and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Yan Lang doesn't care about political intrigue."
Fang Bing smiled beautifully and said, "That's not necessarily true!"
Just as she finished speaking, Yuan Shaoqiu's cheerful voice came from outside, "Bing'er, Bing'er, look what I bought!"
Yuan Shaoqiu burst into the temple carrying a pot of wine and two roast chickens. His shouts stopped abruptly. Yan Yifan looked at him coldly.
Yuan Shaoqiu looked fearful and didn't dare to come in. Fang Bing giggled and secretly stroked Yan Yifan's back with her jade-like hand, saying:
"Brother Yan, Young Master Yuan has lost everything now, why bother arguing with him anymore?"
Yan Yifan frowned and said, "Your constant protection of him might not be a good thing."
Fang Bing said coquettishly, "What's wrong? Don't be angry with me..."
Zhu Yao had witnessed Yuan Shaoqiu kill Yuan Zhengnan, and even though she was gentle as water, she couldn't help but turn
her face away. Yuan Shaoqiu mustered his courage and came to Fang Bing's side, ignoring Yan Yifan, and said with a smile:
"Bing'er, try this roast chicken. I ran several miles to buy it..."
Fang Bing took a roast chicken, smelled it, and smiled sweetly, "It smells really good."
She then asked with unparalleled charm, "Have Brother Yan and Miss Zhu eaten yet?"
Zhu Yao smiled and said, "They ate before we came. My husband took them for a walk."
Yuan Shaoqiu stared at Fang Bing with tenderness and said, "Bing'er, I've found out. There's an
inn in the small town ahead. We can stay there tonight."
Zhu Yao leaned on Yan Yifan's shoulder and said softly, "Is it Tianfu Inn? It's the only inn for miles around
. My husband and I will stay there."
Upon hearing this, Fang Bing smiled and said, "Ah... really? That's wonderful!"
Yuan Shaoqiu snorted and said, "What's so good about it!"
Fang Bing glared at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "You can't say that. It's better to have more people to help each other."
Yan Yifan really didn't want to see Yuan Shaoqiu, so he stood up and said, "Wife, let's go."
Zhu Yao stood up and looked at Fang Bing softly, saying, "Miss Fang, then we'll go back first."
Fang Bing nodded and smiled, "Since we're in the same inn, why not go back together?"
Yuan Shaoqiu was about to say something more when Fang Bing stood up alluringly and said, "Alright, then let's go together."
Along the way, only Zhu Yao and Fang Bing talked. Yan Yifan and Yuan Shaoqiu ignored each other. The two
women had become very close in a short time and talked about everything. They only parted ways when they returned to the inn.
Snowflakes fell heavily outside the window, and the streets were deserted. Yan Yifan packed his bedding, made the bed
, and turned around to see Zhu Yao standing alone by the window, wearing a light yellow dress and looking at the heavy snow. Her hair was as smooth as silk, and her beautiful
and alluring figure made her look like a fairy.
Zhu Yao turned her delicate body after a while, and suddenly found her lover staring at her with burning
desire. Zhu Yao smiled beautifully, biting her red lips coquettishly, and asked, "What are you looking at, my husband?"
Yan Yifan stared at her body and laughed, "Of course, I'm looking at you."
Zhu Yao blushed slightly at his words and said with a playful reproach, "There's a difference between men and women. A gentleman shouldn't be too close to a young lady
like me..."
The room was dimly lit by candlelight. Zhu Yao was wearing a pinkish-yellow silk dress, the front open to reveal a
light blue bodice underneath. Her slender neck and the shape of her breasts, even through the bodice, were clearly visible—
a truly alluring sight in Yan Yifan's eyes.
She was already a stunning beauty, and standing by the window, she possessed an ethereal beauty in the dim candlelight.
Her tall, slender figure was incredibly alluring. Seeing her lover's unbearable desire, Zhu Yao gently moved and sat on his
lap, laughing, "I'm your wife, what do you want? Would I refuse you?"
Yan Yifan couldn't help but reach out and embrace her waist, kissing her snow-white neck passionately. His
hands gradually became restless. Zhu Yao parted her red lips and let out a soft moan, sitting in her lover's lap and gently scolding,
"Yan Lang, you're so naughty!"
Yan Yifan, inhaling her fragrance, murmured, "Yao'er is a renowned beauty..."
Zhu Yao smiled sweetly, "You're so naughty! But I heard that Qingqing defeated Murong
Cheng in Dingzhou. Qingqing is really amazing!"
Thinking of Zhao Qingqing, Yan Yifan's desire subsided somewhat. Zhu Yao nestled in his arms and softly asked, "Husband,
what should we name our child?"
Yan Yifan blurted out, "I've already decided, how about Yan Yunxuan?"
Zhu Yao reached out her delicate hand to stroke her lover's chest and said, "Yunxuan, it's a good name, like you, my husband, a gentleman
."
Hearing this, Yan Yifan felt a little happier and said, "It's getting late, let your husband undress you..."
Zhu Yao felt extremely shy, her body even going limp. Her face flushed, she was carried to the bed by her lover. In the dim candlelight,
Yan Yifan stood... Staring at her intently from below the bed, Zhu Yao raised her face, her eyes meeting his beautiful smile as she asked, "And then?"
Yan Yifan was startled, then overjoyed, and couldn't help but rush forward, tightly embracing her delicate body. His mischievous
hands eagerly began to undo her belt, his mouth dry as he gazed at her alluring red lips. Zhu Yao, nestled in her lover's arms,
responded to him. Seeing Yan Yifan's rapid breathing as he stared at her lips, she reached out her snow-white hand to gently caress his firm chest,
her beautiful eyes deepening with desire as she softly whispered, "Come..."
Her voice was full of seduction, but little did they expect that their intimacy would last long... Zhu Yao suddenly heard the door to the next room
creak open, followed by the sounds of Fang Bing and Yuan Shaoqiu entering and talking. Zhu Yao let out a soft moan and hurriedly
whispered, "Husband, please don't..."
Yan Yifan had no choice but to stop, but then heard Yuan Shaoqiu next door say irritably, "That guy surnamed Yan is so annoying!"
Fang Bing then laughed and said, "Alright, Brother Yan is actually a very nice person. Who told you to be so careless and say those
filthy things? What man can stand that?"
Yuan Shaoqiu muttered a few words, then suddenly came up behind Fang Bing and said, "Bing'er, tonight we'll share a room." " Is this room
alright?"
Fang Bing was busy making the bed, and frowned, saying, "No!"
Yuan Shaoqiu stubbornly persisted, "But I don't want to go back tonight."
As Yuan Shaoqiu spoke, his gaze fell on Fang Bing, who was making the bed. Seeing how alluring she was, he was about to move closer
when Fang Bing turned around and said, "If you keep doing this, I won't take care of you anymore!"
Helpless, Yuan Shaoqiu could only return to his room in a huff. Zhu Yao couldn't help but whisper, "This Yuan
Shaoqiu is really incorrigible!"
With Fang Bing next door, the two of them didn't dare to be intimate, so they could only embrace each other and go to sleep.
Dingzhou City is now decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers to celebrate the victory. The princess's residence has received a large number of gifts from the Inner Mongolian envoys
, and a grand banquet is underway. The generals have been summoned back, torches form a fiery dragon, and there is singing and dancing. There is also
a Mongolian dance full of exotic charm. Prince Lin Qin, sitting next to Zhao Qingqing, laughed heartily, "Seeing the princess today, I am still
amazed by her beauty."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "You flatter me, Prince. I find this Mongolian dance quite heroic and charming; I
like it very much."
Zhu Lin, standing beside her, laughed, "After my princess returned from Changjun, she spoke of you, Prince. Your refusal
to submit to the Northern Kingdom is truly admirable."
Lin Qin hummed in agreement and began to speak. "Then, Princess, have you seen my marriage proposal letter?"
Zhao Qingqing gently stroked her hair with her jade-like hand and said, "I am deeply honored by Your Highness's favor, but I
already have a husband, so I must decline Your Highness's offer."
Lin Qin looked disappointed and said, "Oh, then I was too presumptuous."
Zhao Qingqing admired the people dancing around the campfire, her heart filled with wild thoughts.
There were countless people holding hands, singing and dancing, their torches linked together like a fire dragon. Prince Lin Qin drank heartily, and Zhao Qingqing
could only drink with him. Fortunately, Zhu Lin was clever and knew that Zhao Qingqing didn't like to talk to people much after going to sea, so he also picked up
his wine cup and kept her company.
General Balu and Wang Jingsheng sat together chatting and drinking, enjoying themselves immensely. Zhang Biao and Wu De, arms around each other, rambled
on. Li Mu and A Juan sat together, while Ouyang Ni and Yuan Xiaodie sat side by side. Prince Lin Qin, thoroughly enjoying his drink, clapped his
hands and summoned two Mongolian warriors to perform a dance.
The two warriors immediately took to the stage and began wrestling, leaving the audience amazed and thoroughly entertained. Late into
the night, roasted whole Mongolian lamb was laid out on the table, and everyone drank heartily, ate large chunks of meat, and sang and danced with great relish.
Little Mudskipper, unpopular and sitting in a dark spot, was given wine and meat by Zhu Lin by Zhao Qingqing.
He ate alone, looking utterly lonely and forlorn.
Since returning from the sea, Zhao Qingqing often seemed lost in thought, her mind preoccupied. Zhu Lin vaguely
understood what was going on. During the lively banquet, Prince Linqin took a bite of mutton and said, "
The enthronement ceremony in Dingzhou is tomorrow. For this, my tribe is offering two thousand head of cattle and sheep, and nine hundred warhorses."
Zhu Lin raised his wine cup and laughed heartily, "Your Highness is truly generous! In return, my kingdom will present Your Highness with twenty cannons,
eight hundred muskets, and forty beautiful women."
Prince Linqin was exactly what he needed, and beamed with joy, saying, "I thank Your Highness."
Zhao Qingqing dared not drink too much, substituting tea for wine, saying, "I've had too much to drink, and my head is a little dizzy. I'll
head back now. Zhu Lin, please keep Your Highness company."
Zhu Lin replied with a "Yes, sir!" and turned to raise his cup in invitation.
Ouyang Ni had a few drinks with Yuan Xiaodie when she noticed Zhao Qingqing going back to her room alone.
Curious, she followed her. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhao Qingqing sitting behind a screen, tears streaming down her face. Ouyang
Ni sighed softly, "Sister..."
Zhao Qingqing wiped away her tears, raised her pretty face, and smiled, "I...I cried because I was thinking about sad things..."
Ouyang Ni went over and sat beside her, saying, "Sister, what's on your mind? You can tell me..."
Zhao Qingqing wrinkled her nose and said softly, "I'm just a passerby. Dingzhou doesn't belong to me. I want to leave this place." "
Go wander alone."
Ouyang Ni's gaze fell on her, and she sighed softly, "I know you have unspeakable suffering, but
the world is in chaos now, where can you go alone?"
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "Let's take it one step at a time. How about I go to Yaochi or the Demon Realm?"
Ouyang Ni pouted and said, "Then who did you see when you and Zhu Lin went to sea that day? How could the Demon Realm
be a safe haven for you? Besides, you are now the lord of Dingzhou, why do you insist on wandering?"
Zhao Qingqing exclaimed, "The world is so vast, is there no place for me?"
Ouyang Ni grasped her hand and said, "Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad for you, sister, to marry Zhu Lin."
Zhao Qingqing turned her face away and said, "That wouldn't be fair to Zhu Lin. Besides, he's the only one in my heart. If I
hadn't met him when we were young, if we hadn't had such deep feelings for each other, what would
it matter if I married Zhu Lin? No matter what Zhu Lin is like, at least he's been incredibly good to me."
Ouyang Ni sighed softly, "It's just that you've fallen too deep into this sea of love, sister. Now, turning back is harder
than climbing to heaven."
Zhao Qingqing smiled, then two lines of tears streamed down her face. "I've always been devoted to Yifan, but I never imagined that
fate would be so unfair to me. Every night I cry until my pillow is soaked, and who's there for me? Besides wandering the world, I
... I really don't know what to do with my heart."
Ouyang Ni suddenly felt a pang of sadness . Shou Dao said, "If I had known things would turn out this way, sister, you should have chosen Zhu Lin."
Zhao Qingqing's gaze fell on her delicate body, tears streaming down her face. "I'm afraid you'll have a hard time in Dingzhou in the future, little sister."
Hearing this, Ouyang Ni's beautiful eyes also welled up with tears. "Heaven has been so unfair to you, sister.
How can I bear it?"
Zhao Qingqing's voice was dazed as she wept. "I've always wanted to protect the empire for our ancestors, but I never expected that
the Zhao family emperors would be so despicable. Things have developed to this point. What use is Dingzhou to me now? My
beliefs have collapsed, and I'm utterly despondent. What can I do without attachments but wander the world?"
Ouyang Ni hugged her delicate body and cried, "Don't rush, don't rush, think about it again, think about it again..."
Under a plum blossom tree, Murong Chong's brows ... With a slight smile, Murong Chong revealed his handsome face and said, "The winter plum only
blooms in winter, which makes its beauty even more apparent."
Consort Mei gracefully moved to sit on the stone bench and said, "So it's the Fourth Prince..."
Murong Chong sat down with an air of nonchalance. After a long silence, Murong Chong suddenly said, "The world is unpredictable. This old man
said he couldn't do it anymore, and now he can't. With so many beauties in the harem, what will become of us?"
Consort Mei was in her prime, possessing exceptional beauty. Murong Chong had been observing her since his arrival. Consort Mei's
bright eyes were clear and her voice gentle and ethereal as she said, "How will Your Highness decide the fate of the women in the harem?"
Murong Chong stood up, admiring the plum blossoms in the courtyard, and said, "I intend to establish Xiao Fei as the emperor."
Consort Mei turned her face away, coldly saying, "What emperor? You..." "Just a puppet..."
Murong Chong shook his head and laughed, "You can't say that. Maybe Xiao Fei is my own flesh and blood. Speaking of which,
I like your cold demeanor in public. So cold, it's even more captivating in bed!"
Upon hearing this, Consort Mei frowned and spat, "Shameless!"
Murong Chong wasn't bothered and chuckled, "How many times have you played with me, and you're still so cold as ice? Sigh,
I called you here tonight for no other reason than to trouble you to let me kiss you again."
The sky finally brightened, and Dingzhou City was shrouded in white snow. Snowflakes fell heavily in the city, landing on
the clothes of tens of thousands of soldiers. Inside the pavilion, Balu, Wu De, Zhu Lin, Li Mu, Xu Liang, Zhang Biao, Wang Jingsheng, and all the generals knelt outside the room.
Zhao Qingqing sat on the bed looking at the imperial seal. Ouyang Ni stood beside her and said softly, "Sister..." "What are you hesitating about?"
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "Nothing, just a turmoil in my heart."
Little Mudfish trembled as he knelt by the bed. A-Juan simply brewed tea without saying a word. Zhao Qingqing's beautiful eyes fell
on Little Mudfish and she said, "I am a woman, unlike you men. Last night you told the maids that you have the ambition to become emperor.
I ask you, is that true?"
Little Mudfish almost burst into tears upon hearing this, and hurriedly said, "I was just talking nonsense, boohoo..."
Little Mudfish was a chubby child, and others thought his eyes were very bright and cunning. Ouyang Ni smiled
and said, "Little Mudfish, you should go out now, sister. Please accept your fate."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "No need. Generals, come in."
With a command, Balu and the others came in one after another and stood in front of the bed. Shouts rang out: "Long live the Princess! Long live the Princess! Long live the Princess
!"
Hearing the shouts from upstairs, the soldiers below immediately knelt down, their cries of "Long live the Emperor!" deafening. Zhao
Qingqing sat gracefully on her bed, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the assembled generals. Her exquisite face smiled gently, saying, "Actually, I am merely
a passerby. I came to Dingzhou from afar to seek refuge. Thanks to your assistance, I, a woman, have been able to manage the military and political affairs.
With the recapture of these two cities, our state has eight million inhabitants. All the ministers say that establishing a nation is imminent, and I agree."
General Balu, his hand on his longsword, said excitedly, "This old minister has waited for this day for a long time! Princess, please
come with me to tell the people!"
Zhu Lin replied, "Indeed, who else in the world, besides you, Princess, can govern?"
Zhao Qingqing acknowledged... After listening, Zhen sat on the bed, shook her head, and laughed, "No need. I don't want to be emperor. Little Mudfish ,
what's your real name?"
Little Mudfish crawled on the ground, trembling, and said, "Auntie, Father named me Zhao Yu."
Zhao Qingqing nodded and said softly, "The character 'Yu' is good. A king is like rain, cherishing all living beings. Since you are determined to be emperor
and are a descendant of the Zhao family, I will make you emperor."
Everyone was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. Zhang Biao, eager to show off, suddenly drew his sword to kill Little Mudfish,
shouting, "I'll kill you!"
Zhao Qingqing raised her pretty face and said coldly, "Step back. Do you dare disobey me?"
Zhang Biao sighed and retreated helplessly, saying, "Princess, please reconsider."
Zhao Qingqing did not allow anyone to refuse. Her beautiful eyes looked at everyone and she said, "I have decided to make Zhao Yu emperor." "I hereby appoint Ouyang
Ni as the Lord of Dingzhou City, to take charge of all military and political affairs in the country on my behalf. In my absence, all generals must obey Ouyang
Ni."
Balu fumed, "We will certainly obey Miss Ouyang without any problem. Why did the princess appoint this immature
child as emperor?"
Zhao Qingqing said softly, "General, please don't be offended. I made this decision after careful consideration."
After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on Wang Jingsheng and she asked, "Jingsheng, how many troops does Yongzhou have?"
Wang Jingsheng replied solemnly, "Your Highness, Yongzhou has 120,000 infantry and 20,000 cavalry."
Zhao Qingqing nodded and said, "Good, but you must remember that the emperor is young. You must obey
Miss Ouyang in matters of military and political affairs."
Everyone clasped their hands in agreement. The little mudfish's unexpected ascension to the throne was truly unexpected.
Behind her were the celebratory sounds of the new emperor's enthronement. She stood alone on the city wall, admiring the magnificent landscape. Everything was still...
It was as it always had been. Such a stunning woman was the most beautiful sight in the world. Ouyang Ni brought a cloak and draped it over
her fragrant shoulders, saying, "Little Mudfish has ascended the throne, the country is named Dakang."
Zhao Qingqing's jade-like hand rested on the snow-covered city wall, saying, "I heard Murong Chi is dying. This is good news.
Within a few years, the Northern Kingdom will be powerless to launch an invasion."
Ouyang Ni pointed to the heavy snow outside the city, saying, "I hope next year's snow will be just like this."
The affairs of the world are of all importance, but many people are troubled by them.
For the past half month, Murong Chi's illness had worsened, often causing him to cough and sleepless nights. His loyal servant, Fugui
, silently wept for his master, deeply distressed!
Fu Gui squatted outside the door, weeping, when a man in brocade robes and a jade belt slowly entered. Fu Gui looked up and saw it was
Murong Chong. Murong Chong shook his head and sighed softly, "Third Brother is not a good person. How could you bear to do this?"
Fu Gui wiped away his tears and cried out in a shrill voice, "I've consulted many imperial physicians, but none of them could help me... Waaah..."
Murong Chong swayed as he entered. Murong Chi was lying on the bed, coughing so hard he was seeing stars. Murong Chong squatted down
by the bed, his face full of worry, and said, "Second Brother suffered a crushing defeat. Not only did he lose Ye City, but tens of thousands of soldiers..." " To die on the battlefield is truly
worrying."
Murong Chi's eyes were bloodshot, and he covered his mouth in fury, cursing, "Cough, that beast... still has the nerve to come back?"
Murong Chong gently patted his back and said, "Father, please take care of yourself. I'm only worried that Third Brother will take advantage of your weakness and plot
against you!"
Murong Chi turned his face to the side, coughing incessantly, and said, "I... don't have much time left, alas."
Murong Chong helped him cover himself with the blanket and served him by his side, saying, "Third Brother has been secretly raising soldiers and amassing troops in the Prince's mansion, colluding with
the palace guards. All signs indicate that..." " Brother is trying to force the emperor to abdicate. I almost couldn't even get into the palace today.
Father, you'd better make plans soon."
Murong Chi's back was to him, his breathing clearly audible. He was truly terminally ill; even a single breath took him a long time to catch his breath. He said ,
"You... are no pushover either..."
Murong Chong squatted by the bedside and sighed softly, "You've always spoiled me since I was little. I know you hate Third Brother the most and love
Second Brother the most, but so much time has passed, and people change."
Murong Chi lay motionless on the bed, like a cripple, two streams of hot tears flowing down his face. Murong Chong squatted on the floor
, talking to himself while tears streamed down his face. "Blood relatives shouldn't kill each other, but I have no other choice
. Zhao Qingqing of Dingzhou has already gathered generals and is preparing to rise up and declare independence. Liang is almost completely finished, but
Father, you won't live to see that day. I'm not forcing you, but my third brother is a wolf in sheep's clothing. I hope Father will make
plans soon."
Both father and son wept. Hot tears streamed down Murong Chong's cheeks. Just then,
the cry of a newborn baby echoed through the palace. Murong Chong said calmly, "Yes, it's Consort Mei's son. Your Majesty, I've had him brought here."
Murong Chi clenched his fists, trembling, and said, "Enough, enough."
The infant was carried into the room by a eunuch, followed by several elderly ministers. Murong Chong stood up, his back
to Murong Chi, and said in a deep voice, "I request that Your Majesty appoint Consort Mei's son as Crown Prince, to command the military and government!"
Fu Gui, who was outside the house, heard the commotion and burst in, crying and cursing, "How come I never saw
through you before, you heartless wretch?"
Murong Chi was on his sickbed, and... The tide had turned against them. A commotion erupted again near the palace, the sounds of swords and spears clashing.
Murong Chong glanced coldly at Fugui and said indifferently, "Get out of my way!"
Fugui was about to curse again when Murong Chong strode forward and knelt on the ground with a thud, saying, "Father, the fate of the nation
rests on our shoulders! What are you hesitating for?"
Fugui lunged at Murong Chong like a madman, but was seized by the guards beside him. Murong Chi glanced at
the infant still in swaddling clothes, his body trembling as he took the imperial seal from beside his pillow, saying, "I hereby appoint Consort Mei's son as heir to the throne.
" "Alright, let's go..."
Murong Chong took the imperial seal, cradled the infant, and strode out of the palace. Just as he stepped outside, the palace bells tolled incessantly, signaling
the emperor's passing. He looked up at the falling snow, the infant in his arms babbling. Outside, a fierce battle raged. Murong Ji stood with
his hands behind his back outside the palace gates, surrounded by thousands of armored soldiers, who were sending men to ram the gates. The
two most powerful princes of the Northern Kingdom finally clashed head-on. Fan Wenxuan, holding a child's hand, stood beside Murong Ji, his face filled with righteous
indignation, waving a feather fan. They shouted, "That traitor Murong Chong killed
the Emperor! Let's storm the palace and avenge him!"
Inside the palace, Yuwen Tai stood on the city wall and laughed, "Mr. Fan, why are you so angry? Are you unhappy that my prince has taken on the responsibility of
military and political affairs in this time of crisis?"
Fan Wenxuan took out an imperial edict from his robes and replied, "I have an imperial edict. The Emperor has designated Consort Zhang's son to inherit the throne!"
Yuwen Tai swaggered down the city wall and threw down a sentence, "I'm too lazy to waste words with you!"
The city gate creaked open, and a large number of soldiers poured out. Murong Chong, carrying an infant, walked out of the palace and said:
"The Imperial Seal is here. His Majesty, on his deathbed, designated Consort Mei's son as his successor."
Murong Ji, hands behind his back, stepped forward and said calmly, "Fourth Brother, you're being too reckless. Everyone knows you and Consort Mei are having
an affair. This child is your illegitimate son, isn't he?"
Murong Chong, unfazed, walked towards him and said, "Third Brother, you want to install Consort Zhang's son as emperor? Are you trying to
emulate Lü Buwei?"
Murong Ji snorted coldly and said seriously, "I'm not as despicable as you."
Murong Chong pointed to the ministers behind him and said, "Since we brothers can't reach an agreement, in three days, the ministers will discuss
the new ruler." "How about it?"
Murong Ji turned around and said, "Alright, it's a deal."
Snowflakes swirled and landed on people's clothes. After days of travel, they finally arrived in the capital. The city was filled with a scene of solemnity.
The two factions of Murong Ji and Murong Chong were engaged in open and covert struggles. When Yan Yifan arrived at the city gate, the soldiers were heavily guarded, and
everyone entering and leaving was checked. As Zhu Yao and Yan Yifan waited in line hand in hand, a large number of mounted soldiers swarmed out of the city. The leader
was a young girl, none other than Mu Lejing. Mu Lejing had changed a lot in the time they had been apart, and had matured
a lot.
Yan Yifan greeted Mu Lejing with a smile. Mu Lejing smiled and jumped off her horse, saying, "Brother Yifan, you're
finally back!"
Yan Yifan patted her head and laughed, "You're getting more and more beautiful!"
Mu Lejing blinked her big eyes and looked at Zhu Yao's face, and happily said, "Miss Zhu Yao, I've wanted you to be..."
"My sister's here, that's wonderful!"
Zhu Yao grabbed her hand and laughed, "Yifan is so lucky to have a sister like you!"
The two followed Mu Lejing back to the city. The Third Prince's mansion was far more magnificent than they had imagined, heavily guarded by soldiers. Mu
Lejing, holding Zhu Yao's hand, happily entered the mansion. As soon as they entered, Murong Ji and Fan Wenxuan were strolling and chatting in the courtyard.
Seeing Yan Yifan return, Murong Ji chuckled, "It's good that the lad is back, and he even brought back a beautiful
wife."
Zhu Yao gracefully bowed to Murong Ji, who smiled and said, "He has good taste; he found a very good wife."
Zhu Yao, holding Yan Yifan's wrist, smiled and said, "Your Highness is too kind..."
Yan Yifan Grasping Zhu Yaoyu's hand, he asked, "I heard the Emperor has passed away. What are your plans, Father?"
Murong Ji replied, "Murong Chong is determined to install Consort Mei's son as Emperor. Consort Mei's son is likely his
illegitimate child. Frankly, our power in the capital isn't much of an advantage."
Yan Yifan frowned and said, "I think so too. If we're in the capital, we certainly don't have a sure chance of defeating
Murong Chong. Our worst-case scenario is that we should carve out our own territory. Father, you also control a large area of northern lands;
you won't have to worry about being unable to defeat him in the future."
Murong Ji pondered, "When tigers fight, one will surely be injured. Mr. Fan also advised me in this way." " We can
go to Taizhou."
Fan Wenxuan laughed, "Murong Chong's heart is in Jinzhou, while our prince's heart is in Taizhou. There's
too much trouble in the capital."
Murong Ji smiled faintly, "Two days from now is the day the ministers will discuss establishing a new ruler. What do you think?"
Fan Wenxuan shook his head, "No matter who is established, they will be a puppet. However, puppets are also very useful. Murong
Cheng is useless, but Murong Qing has some courage."
Murong Ji said, "Murong Qing has already tested him. This man has good relations with those Mongol princes. As soon as he saw that things
were not going well, he ran to Mongolia."
Fan Wenxuan smiled and said, "Murong... " "Cheng still has 17,000 soldiers. In my opinion, whether or not to establish a new ruler
is irrelevant; killing Murong Chong is the most important thing."
Murong Ji's gaze fell on Yan Yifan and said, "Mr. Fan went to see Murong Cheng, but that good-for-nothing refused to see him
. Would you like to go tonight, Yifan?"
Yan Yifan thought for a moment and said, "I'll go see him tonight."
Murong Ji smiled and said, "That's fine, but you've been traveling for so long. Take your wife back to your room to rest first.
There's a beauty waiting for you in your room. If you're not afraid your wife will be jealous, feel free to enjoy yourself."
Zhu Yao was so embarrassed by these words that she didn't know where to stand. Yan Yifan coughed and took Zhu Yao's hand, saying:
"Godfather, I'm going back to my room now."
Murong Ji watched the two leave together and smiled, "This child..."
Fan Wenxuan said, "Your Highness, after we go to Taizhou, how do you plan to manage things?"
Murong Ji frowned and thought for a moment before smiling and saying, "Half the territory is enough. It's just that Murong Chong is
very ambitious. I don't know if Yifan will be able to defeat him when I get old."
Fan Wenxuan smiled and said, "However, I've heard that Murong Cheng is a womanizer. Although Liu Yanxue is fake, perhaps giving her to
Murong Cheng would be a good idea."
Murong Ji pondered and said, "But I'm worried that something might happen tonight. After
all, Murong Chong is very cunning. He might launch a surprise attack on us tonight."
Fan Wenxuan smiled coldly, his face hardening, and said, "Strike first, or suffer the consequences. Your Highness should bring many experts tonight
. If Murong Cheng doesn't comply, then... " "If he kills him, we can take advantage of the chaos to evacuate the capital and head to Taizhou."
Murong Ji pondered for a moment and decisively said, "Alright, as you say."
Tensions were high throughout the Northern Kingdom. Murong Cheng sat restlessly in his study, watching his mind
gradually darken from daylight. He couldn't help but sigh, "The old man died just like that..."
Beside him, Yuwen Tai played with his teacup and chuckled, "Your Highness has considered this for so long; it's time to give me an answer
."
Murong Cheng's fat face was full of worry. "Without the old man, my mind is in complete turmoil..."
Yuwen Tai chuckled, "In turmoil? So you're thinking about women, is that it?"
Murong Cheng coughed, a hint of difficulty in his expression, "What kind of person do you take me for!"
Yuwen Tai's face darkened, and he looked at him coldly, saying, "Enough nonsense. If you don't listen to my lord, do you think you
can leave alive?" "The capital?"
Murong Cheng was startled and hurriedly said, "No! I was just thinking about it..."
The two were having a private conversation when suddenly the door creaked open, and Fang Bing, holding a candle,
entered with stunning beauty, saying, "Bing'er thinks the Second Prince is like an ant in a hot pot."
Yuwen Tai saw Fang Bing and stood up, smiling, "Miss Bing'er has come too?"
Fang Bing smiled charmingly, "Master Chong sent me to ask if the Second Prince has made up his mind..."
Yuwen Tai looked at Fang Bing's beautiful eyes glancing around, one jade hand lightly caressing her breasts, truly alluring, and couldn't help but laugh
, "Miss Bing'er is so beautiful!"
Fang Bing elegantly put down the candle and smiled softly, "I'm so happy to be praised by you, the rising star of the North
..."
Ignoring Murong Cheng's presence, Yuwen Tai strode to Fang Bing's side and laughed, "Look, the Prince is
drooling over you." "It's almost flowing."
Fang Bing giggled sweetly, "Is it?"
Yuwen Tai moved behind Fang Bing, inhaling the fragrance of her delicate body, and said in a daze, "The fragrance of a virgin, Miss Bing's pure and
flawless body, has made the Prince so eager..."
Fang Bing smiled charmingly, and gracefully walked to Murong Cheng with her hands behind her back, saying, "What, does the Prince want Bing'er?"
Murong Cheng stared at Fang Bing's pretty face, gazing at her beauty with intoxication. Yuwen Tai sneered from the side, "Your Highness,
please have some self-respect!"
Fang Bing said coquettishly, "Your Highness is so silly."
Yan Yifan, holding Zhu Yao's hand, laughed outside the room, "It would be strange if he wasn't silly."
Yuwen Tai suddenly looked up, and a sword light came rushing in with unstoppable force. Fang Bing cried out, "Yuwen Tai, be careful!"
Yuwen Tai grabbed a teacup and threw it away, shooting a hidden arrow at Murong Cheng from his sleeve. Without looking, he turned and fled through the window
. Murong Cheng was shot in the throat and died on the spot!
Yan Yifan sighed softly and said, "Yuwen Tai is indeed ruthless. He'd rather die than live in dishonor. This Second Prince ca
n't be used by anyone."
Fang Bing glanced at the dead Murong Cheng, her pretty face smiling, and said, "Anyway, no one is a winner tonight."
Yan Yifan said calmly, "Exactly, the capital of the empire is ablaze with fire and blood, and the armies of the two princes are
locked in a fierce battle. Miss Bing'er , why don't you come and enjoy the spectacle together?"
Fang Bing walked gracefully over, looking at the firelight in the city, and said, "I wonder what Brother Yan's plans are?"
Yan Yifan, holding Zhu Yao in his arms, laughed and said, "From now on, the Northern Kingdom will no longer be able to unify. Qing'er's Dingzhou
can at least be peaceful for several years. As for me, I'll take my beloved wife to Taizhou."
Fang Bing giggled and said, "Congratulations! If we're lucky, we can visit each other's islands for drinks again."
Yan Yifan laughed heartily and said, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for!"
Zhu Yao, in his arms, blushed and said, "Yan Lang, don't say such things in front of others..." Fang Bing,
with her hands behind her back, laughed and said, "Sister-in-law is shy!"
Zhu Yao nestled in her lover's arms, but her beautiful eyes were looking towards Dingzhou outside the window.
There, heavy snowflakes fell in a flurry, blanketing the desolate borderland. A group of people walked through
the snow, and Zhao Qingqing, dressed in white, stood out against the backdrop of heaven and earth, her skin appearing even more pure and white. Holding a
flute tied with a red string in her jade-like hand, she smiled and said, "Many of our fates begin at the border, and end there as well.
It's just how things are. Today is the day I leave this place, and I'm truly happy that you've come to see me off."
Looking at Zhao Qingqing, several grown men, including Balu, Wu De, Zhu Lin, and Li Mu, all wept. Becoming a tearful mess, Ouyang
Ni wiped her tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "I...I never expected it to happen so suddenly..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Zhao Qingqing, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, forced a smile, saying, "There's nothing I
can do about it. I can't rest easy knowing you're all like this."
Zhu Lin stepped forward, his face streaked with tears, and asked, "Princess, is there anything else you wish to say?"
Zhao Qingqing smiled through her tears, "You must treat Yu'er well, or I will never forgive you!"
Zhu Lin, his eyes brimming with tears, choked out, "I... " "Yes, I will, I will treat Yu'er with my life
..."
The two grown men, Balu and Wu De, embraced, tears soaking their clothes. Zhao Qingqing wiped away her tears and
smiled gently, "Lord Wu, please don't be so willful anymore. I'm leaving soon, don't let me miss
your mischief even after I'm gone!"
Wu De wiped away his tears and said, "This old minister will certainly not let you worry. As long as this old minister is here, I will absolutely defend
the city!"
Zhao Qingqing looked at General Balu, tears welling in her eyes, and smiled through her teeth, "General Balu..." "Jun, after I
leave, you must take good care of the Yuan family and make sure no one bullies them, okay?"
General Balu said, tears streaming down his face, "Don't worry, don't worry..."
Little Mudfish, dressed in a yellow dragon robe, stood beside Li Mu, only crying. Zhao Qingqing took a deep look at Dingzhou City,
then turned her delicate body away from the crowd and said, "As the ancients said, 'Even after a thousand miles of escorting someone, we must eventually part ways.' Goodbye..."
After saying that, she leaped onto her horse, her red lips uttering a delicate cry, "Giddy up!" The steed reared up, its front hooves neighing wildly, carrying this
legendary and beautiful princess away into the vast borderlands.
(End of Part 1)

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