Everyone was stunned, only Li Yuanjing put down his wine glass and asked Zhaoyang at the honorable table: "Zhaoyang, what do you think?"

If Zhaoyang disagrees, Li Yuanjing will choose a noble lady from the clan to marry Zhaoyang in his place.

The truce between the two countries is a foregone conclusion.

The Emperor of Yue wanted to marry Zhaoyang, but it was just icing on the cake and was dispensable.

Pairs of curious eyes wandered between Princess Zhaoyang and Yan Yunting.

Princess Zhaoyang slowly stood up, she knelt down and saluted the emperor on the high throne, and replied: "Brother, Zhaoyang is the princess of Daqing, and enjoys the support of the people. I should shoulder the responsibilities of a princess. I heard that His Majesty of Yue is kind and loves the people--"

After a pause, Zhaoyang closed his eyes and said in a calm voice: "Zhaoyang is willing to marry far away."

She accepted it calmly.

Marrying the Emperor of Yue could bring about decades of truce between the two countries and allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment. It was well worth it.

Everyone was surprised, no one expected that Princess Zhaoyang would agree!

Yan Yunting was dumbfounded, his mind went blank.

How can it be?

How could Zhaoyang agree?

There was a sharp pain in his heart, as if something belonging to him was slipping away rapidly, and Yan Yunting almost lost control.

He stood up and wanted to ask the emperor for permission to marry Zhaoyang to him. But the servant behind him hurriedly grabbed Yan Yunting's shoulder and whispered, "Sir! Don't lose your composure! This is a state banquet. If you act rashly and impulsively, the emperor will definitely be furious!"

Tonight's banquet is of great significance and demonstrates the dignity of the Qing Kingdom.

If Yan Yunting acted rashly, he would probably be punished.

The servant continued, "Princess Zhaoyang's heart is with you, and that won't change. Maybe she's still angry with you tonight. Go to the princess's mansion tomorrow to coax her and take the initiative to admit your mistakes and apologize. She will definitely forgive you."

Yan Yunting managed to calm down.

He grabbed the wine glass with his fingers in panic and gulped down a large glass. The spicy and mellow wine filled his mouth and constantly stimulated his nerves. Yan Yunting deceived himself and thought that Zhaoyang must still be angry with him.

Tonight, Tan Tairou came to give him a cloak and was seen by the jealous Zhaoyang.

Therefore, Zhaoyang deliberately agreed to marry the Emperor of Yue.

He decided to go to the princess's house tomorrow, put aside his attitude, apologize proactively, and give Zhaoyang his favorite cakes as a gift. Zhaoyang would definitely forgive him as easily as she did in the past.

As the night deepened, the palace banquet came to an end.

Li Yuanjing stood up and left, and the civil and military officials and the wives of the nobles also left the banquet one after another.

...

The spring night was cool, and the wide square in front of the palace gate was rustling in the night wind. Yan Yunting had drunk too much and was completely drunk. The servant had to support him with difficulty as he walked towards the Yan family's carriage.

"Brother Yunting!" Tan Tairou's anxious voice sounded.

She walked over with her skirt in hand, looking anxious.

I smell a pungent smell of alcohol.

Tan Tairou wiped Yan Yunting's face with a distressed look and told the servant: "Brother Yunting drank a lot, I will go back to the Yan family's villa with you and take care of him closely."

The servant didn't dare to refuse.

Yan Yunting is deeply in love with Tan Tairou, and everyone around him thinks of Tan Tairou as Yan's concubine.

The carriage drove slowly all the way to the courtyard where Yan Yunting lived alone. Tan Tairou helped Yan Yunting to the bed, took out the hangover soup, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Miss, Princess Zhaoyang is still in the palace. She went to the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace." The maid walked to Tan Tairou and reminded her in a low voice.

Tan Tairou: "Is the street ready?"

Maid: "Don't worry."

The maid left quietly.

Tan Tairou continued to take care of the drunk Yan Yunting. After a while, Yan Yunting opened his eyes dazedly due to a headache caused by drunkenness.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and in Yan Yunting's eyes, Tan Tairou, who was sitting beside the bed, had turned into the "Princess Zhaoyang" he had been thinking about all the time.

Her appearance is beautiful and elegant like a peony.

Yan Yunting's heart softened. He couldn't help but open his arms and hugged "Zhaoyang" tightly in his arms, saying affectionately: "I know that you have me in your heart..."

The wine is in your head, the passion is still hot even though the wine is cold.

The bed curtains fluttered and scattered.

On the mahogany table beside the bed, the unfinished hangover soup was slowly cooling down.

......

The Cining Palace at night.

The lights in the inner hall were bright. The Queen Mother frowned and scolded Zhaoyang: "The Emperor of Yue wants to marry you. It's just a foolish dream! You are also fooling around. You actually agreed to it in public."

Zhaoyang knelt on the ground obediently.

She did not think she was wrong, and said confidently: "Mother, Yue and Qing have been fighting for decades, and many people have been displaced and many children have lost their parents. When the new emperor of Yue ascended the throne, she took the initiative to seek peace. If I marry to Yue, what can I get in return-"

The Queen Mother interrupted her angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhaoyang's tears fell, and his tone was firm: "Mother...you and father have protected me for many years, and I also want to do something for Qing Kingdom."

The Queen Mother turned her head and her eyes slowly turned red.

Zhaoyang stood up quickly and went to the Queen Mother. He held her arm as usual, and said in a choked voice, "Don't worry, Mother. I will write to you often after I go to Yue. I have grown up. How can I rely on you and my brother for my whole life? I have to walk my own way in the future."

The Queen Mother's tears rolled down her cheeks.

I feel sad and helpless.

Royal princesses have either won over court officials or consolidated foreign ties since ancient times.

Zhaoyang comforted the Queen Mother for a long time and personally helped her to rest. It was not until late at night that Zhaoyang took a carriage back to the Princess's Mansion.

The streets were quiet at night, with oil-paper lanterns swaying in the wind on both sides of the road. The wheels of the princess's carriage rolled over the floor tiles, and the two guards outside the carriage looked around vigilantly.

Zhaoyang sat in the carriage, holding a worn-out rag tiger doll in his hands, with a lot on his mind.

Although Zhaoyang told everyone that she was willing to marry the Emperor of Yue, she actually had no confidence in her heart.

Even after receiving a handwritten letter from the Emperor of Yue, she was still confused about her future.

What if the Emperor of Yue is just a hypocrite? What should she do?

What if the Emperor of Yue has many wives and concubines in his harem? What should she do?

A man's mouth is full of lies and deception.

As the carriage was moving, the horses were suddenly frightened.

"What's going on?" Zhaoyang was startled and almost dropped the tiger puppet in his hand.

The guard outside the car replied in a deep voice: "There is an assassin."

Zhao Yang was confused: "Assassin?"

The security has always been stable at the feet of the emperor and outside the palace gates, so how could there be an assassin?

The guard said calmly: "Don't be afraid, Princess. Please stay in the carriage. I will protect you with my life."

The guard's voice was low and reassuringly calm.

Zhaoyang's heart was beating hard, and she subconsciously clenched the cloth tiger in her hand. She racked her brains but couldn't figure out who she had offended, and why someone would want to assassinate her in the imperial city.

Aren’t you afraid of having your entire clan exterminated?

There was a lot of noise outside the carriage, the sound of swords clashing. Less than half a cup of tea later, the sound of heavy horse hooves came - the city defense troops were coming.

The main streets of the imperial city are patrolled every night by skilled city guards to protect the peace of the imperial city.

The noise from Princess Zhaoyang's side was so loud that it alarmed the city defense troops.

After a while, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Zhaoyang heard the voice of the guard coming from outside the carriage, saying, "Princess, the assassin has been killed."

Zhaoyang carefully lifted the car curtain.

The bright moonlight flowed like water, illuminating the street. On the cold bluestone slabs, two assassins in black lay crookedly, both of them having committed suicide by taking poison.

The city guards were carrying the bodies of the two assassins on stretchers and sending them to the Ministry of Justice for an autopsy.

Zhao Yang held the stuffed tiger in his arms, looked at the guard who had protected him, and praised: "You have good skills, go back and get your reward."

Tonight, Zhaoyang went to the palace for a banquet. He only brought two guards from the princess's mansion with him. Their skills were mediocre. Zhaoyang did not expect that the guards' martial arts skills were actually very good and worthy of praise.

The guard lowered his head, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and he said: "It is my duty to protect the princess."

Zhaoyang felt a strange ripple in her heart. She always felt that the guard in front of her was a little weird.

The guard wore a black hat with its brim covering his face, leaving only the well-defined curve of his chin.

Zhaoyang's heart moved slightly, and he said, "Raise your head."

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