I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

The carriage slowly stopped. Yang Xier stood at the gate of Chengyang Marquis Mansion, looking at the plaque with white lanterns hanging on it. She was extremely nervous.

The Marquis's residence, shrouded in sorrow, was desolate and cold. Three coffins lay in the front hall, and the sound of weeping was incessant. Kneeling in the main seat was a woman, unadorned but still possessing a stunning beauty.

"My Lord, the Fourth Young Lady is back." Aunt Liu pulled Yang Xier into the front hall and cried out, "Fourth Young Lady, please kowtow to the Lord. The Lord's greatest wish in his lifetime was to find the Fourth Young Lady."

"Oh!" Yang Xier stepped forward and knelt on the cushion. Before she kowtowed, she heard an angry voice.

"Where did this liar come from, Uncle Zhong, kick him out."

Yang Xier turned her head and saw the woman kneeling in the main seat looking at her with a complicated expression in her eyes that she couldn't understand.

Aunt Liu said anxiously, "Young Madam, this is really the Fourth Young Lady. Before Madam passed away, she told me the whereabouts of the Fourth Young Lady. Uncle Zhong, tell Young Madam how much the Fourth Young Lady looks like Madam."

Yes, the girl in front of him looked very much like Madam. Zhong Bo wanted to plead for mercy, but when he saw the sharp look in Madam's eyes, he was frightened and swallowed his words back. After all, it was Madam who was in charge now.

"Girl, let's go!" Uncle Zhong stood up and asked Yang Xier to leave.

Aunt Liu pulled and tugged and refused to give in. During the argument, a group of people wearing sheepskin felt hats and fur coats rushed into the gate of Chengyang Marquis' Mansion.

They were actually Huns.

The leader, holding a scimitar at his waist, stepped into the front hall with murderous intent.

"This is the sincerity of your Emperor of Sheng Dynasty. He found a fake wild girl to fool us Xiongnu. I think it's better not to discuss this peace."

Aunt Liu said anxiously: "My lord, she is really my marquis's fourth..."

"Madam Liu, a distinguished guest is here. How dare you come forward and speak to us, regardless of your status?"

Young Madam Song Wanli shouted angrily, stood up and walked to the Xiongnu leader, saying coldly: "Lord Wu Weixie, this girl is not my fourth daughter. I have sent someone to send her away. You misunderstood."

Wu Weixie shouted angrily, "Seeing that I saw through your evil plan, you said it was a misunderstanding. The entire Sheng Dynasty is indeed full of hypocrites."

"Since that's the case, Lord Wu Weixie, please let His Majesty make the decision. My Chengyang Marquis Mansion is in mourning, so I'm sorry I can't entertain distinguished guests. Please see him off."

"presumptuous!"

With an angry shout, everyone looked towards the courtyard gate and saw Duke Song hurried in. He first taught Song Wanli a lesson, then turned sideways to look at the murderous Huns and comforted them with a smile.

"Lord Wu Weixie, I have already reported this matter to His Majesty. His Majesty, considering the lateness of the day, has ordered the maiden from the Marquis of Chengyang's mansion to appear before the emperor tomorrow. Rest assured, our Sheng Dynasty will give the Xiongnu a satisfactory explanation."

"Father!" Song Wanli suppressed her anger and looked at Duke Song, choking with sobs as she said, "Tomorrow is the day of my funeral at the Chengyang Marquis's mansion."

How could a daughter not cry for her father?

"Wan'er!" Duke Song's expression turned cold. "Didn't your father teach you that state affairs are the most important thing in everything?"

Wu Weixie pointed at Yang Xier and warned, "Take this fake with you, don't let her get away."

"Don't worry, sir." Duke Song led Wu Weye away. When he stepped out of the hall, he turned his head and glanced at the cold tablet.

The noisy front hall was once again filled with sobs. Aunt Liu embraced the Fifth Lady, who was kneeling beside the coffin, and wept bitterly. Uncle Zhong led Yang Xier and Yang Nian'er to the guest room.

"Miss Yang, when you enter the palace tomorrow, don't talk too much or say anything nonsense." Uncle Zhong took the two to the guest room and turned to leave.

Yang Xier stopped him and asked, "Uncle Zhong, who is that young lady?"

"The Young Madam is the Second Young Master's first wife. Since the Third Young Master hasn't married yet, everyone in the mansion calls him the Young Madam."

Uncle Zhong once again looked at the girl in front of him and said in surprise, "Although the young lady has never seen the lady, you look so much like the second young master. How can you conclude that it's not her without even asking?"

"Could it be that they are trying to rob the family property?" Yang Nian'er interrupted. She remembered that all the wealthy families in the lyrics were like this.

"Please be careful with your words, young lady. It's not your turn to comment on the young lady of our Chengyang Marquis's mansion."

Zhong Bo was angry, and Yang Xier hurriedly sent him out and apologized repeatedly.

Yang Nian'er watched her sister walk back and curled her lips in grievance, "She was mean to you, I just don't like her."

"But why do I feel that she is the best person to me in this mansion?" Especially the look she gave me when I came out with Zhong Bo.

"What?" Yang Nian'er was puzzled.

Yang Xier didn't continue the topic and pulled her sister to sit down.

Yang Nian'er looked at the exquisite room with shining eyes and started walking around the room.

"Second sister, this room is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the inn we stayed in. Second sister, this pillow is actually made of jade, how much silver must it be worth? What a big porcelain vase, so beautiful. Second sister, the Marquis's Mansion is so beautiful, how beautiful must the palace be!"

With a bang, Yang Nian'er turned her head and saw her sister sitting at the round table, wiping the spilled tea.

"Second sister, what's wrong with you?" She sat over.

Yang Xier looked at her sister and revealed her nervousness for the first time, "Nian'er, I'm scared."

She didn't dare to think too much about what the Huns, peace talks, and virginity meant, but that terrible word kept popping up in her mind.

As it got darker, Yang Xier secretly followed the servants and found the young lady's courtyard. The door was closed, and the lights in the house were bright, reflecting two clear figures.

Yang Xier sneaked over and heard the crisp sound of something breaking, followed by the mournful sound of Aunt Liu kneeling on the ground.

"When Qin'er was little, the Marquis would always say to her, 'If Yang'er were still alive, she would be this old. I'm scared, so scared. I'm sorry to the Marquis and to the Madam, but she is truly the Fourth Young Lady. According to age, she should be the Fourth Young Lady..."

"How dare you say that." Song Wanli angrily stopped him, "When the Chengyang Marquisate was in its heyday, Fourth Sister never enjoyed a single day of honor and favor. Now that the Chengyang Marquisate is in trouble, you're thinking of her."

"It's all my fault, but Qin'er is innocent." Aunt Liu knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Young Madam, Qin'er is also the second young master's biological sister. You watched her grow up."

"Forget it, you don't need to beg me. Now that His Majesty knows, neither you nor I can make the decision." Song Wanli's voice was filled with endless desolation. "All the men in my Chengyang Marquisate died in the battle, yet you still want to send your daughter to be humiliated."

Seeing Aunt Liu about to come out, Yang Xier turned and left. She walked aimlessly to the front hall.