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

Song Wanli's eyes were blurred and he raised his hand to touch Yang Xier's eyebrows.

"A Yuan, I'm here to find you." Before he finished speaking, his white arm fell to the ground, like a white lily stained red with blood, a poignant and desolate sight.

This was Yang Xier's first time witnessing someone commit suicide for love, and she was so shocked that she felt an impulse to fear no one but herself. She picked up her sword from the ground and placed it on Lu Mingqin's neck.

"Qin'er!"

"Second sister!"

Aunt Liu and Yang Nian'er, who were kneeling in the crowd, stood up hurriedly.

Yang Xier looked at Jin Yiluo, and took a step forward, standing close to the blade.

"Prince of the Xiongnu, regardless of whether or not we started the war privately, my father was a great hero in resisting the Xiongnu. Everyone in the Sheng Dynasty knows this. Your actions are intended to humiliate the Marquis of Chengyang, so that the emperor and his subjects will become alienated and no one will dare to put on armor and fight against the foreign enemy again.

As a king and as a father, I will not allow your evil plan to succeed. If you dare to touch my father's coffin again, my sister and I will both die here."

Jin Yiluo looked at Yang Xier with interest, "How dare you threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a fact." Yang Xier said, cutting her neck.

"Fourth sister!" Lu Mingqin grabbed her wrist in fear.

The loud sound of horse hooves was heard, and a young girl came galloping over with a whip in hand. She was wearing a neat red Hu costume and her face was flushed, which made her look even more beautiful and charming.

When she got closer, the woman jumped down and hurriedly ran towards Jin Yiluo, glaring at him dissatisfiedly, "Brother, she's just a dowry girl, not a princess. Why are you making such a fuss? Brother Mingzheng will be unhappy if he finds out. How can I face him?"

"Okay, I'll listen to Yiyun. I won't bother with these hypocritical people from the Sheng Dynasty anymore." Jin Yiluo looked at Duke Song and pointed at Yang Xier seemingly casually. "You can report to the emperor that I want her."

Princess Yiyun gently tugged at her brother's sleeve, her cheeks flushed. "Brother, have you told the emperor?"

"Don't worry!" Jin Yiluo's voice gradually faded away.

Duke Song looked back at his little daughter lying lifeless on the ground, sighed and left.

The long sword in Yang Xier's hand fell, and she finally realized a serious problem: she had to marry a princess and marry into the Huns.

Regret?

Yang Xier looked at Song Wanli, who made her feel brave and fearless. But she asked herself, if she knew the result, she would not dare to pick up the knife.

She doesn't want to be a hero, she just wants to survive.

If possible, live well.

But now, everything is broken.

Uncle Zhong knelt down in front of Yang Xier with tears in his eyes, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Fourth Miss, this old servant will obey your orders."

Everyone followed Zhongbo in kowtow.

That knife strike made everyone believe in their hearts that she was the fourth daughter of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion.

Suddenly entrusted with such an important task, Yang Xier said with a stiff upper lip, "Let's quickly bury my father and brother before the time is up! And bury my second sister-in-law together with them."

"Young Madam..."

Yang Xier waved her hand to interrupt Uncle Zhong's words, "I'm worried that the Duke of Song's Mansion will cause trouble."

But in fact, her worries were a bit unnecessary. Ever since Song Wanli dared to defy the imperial order and commit suicide, no matter how much Duke Song liked his daughter, he dared not welcome her back to the Duke Song's Mansion.

"Yes, I'll go buy a coffin right away."

"No need!" Yang Xier called to Uncle Zhong, "Open my second brother's coffin and bury him with my second sister-in-law."

Zhong Bo was surprised, because traditionally, two coffins were buried in the same grave, and there had never been two people buried in the same coffin.

"I think my second brother is willing, and my second sister-in-law is also happy."

"Yes!" Zhong Bo said nothing more and ordered everyone to work.

Yang Xier asked Song Wanli's maid to fetch her favorite dress. The maid fetched a white top with a red skirt. She said that was what her daughter wore when she first met her son-in-law.

The clothes were a little small, so they had to be buried with the deceased. She hoped that in the next life, she could still wear her favorite clothes and meet the young man she admired.

As night fell, three new tombs stood among the Lu family's ancestral tombs.

After the worship, Yang Xier asked Uncle Zhong, "Father, don't you have any brothers or nephews from the same clan?"

"Of course there are." How could there not be people from the same clan in the huge Chengyang Marquisate? Zhong Bo sighed helplessly, "It's just that the Marquis is now a criminal, and they are afraid of causing trouble, so they dare not come."

"Including my eldest sister?" She heard clearly what Duke Song said just now.

Zhong Bo's eyes welled up with tears, "The eldest lady has her own difficulties."

When Aunt Liu saw that her daughter didn't have to marry into the Xiongnu, she felt relieved and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously. "Uncle Zhong, let's go back quickly. The city gate will be closed soon."

After returning to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, Zhong Bo took Yang Xier to visit the pavilions and towers in the mansion, and introduced them one by one in detail, including her parents and brother whom she had never met.

"This is Xiuyuan Pavilion, which is filled with books. The Second Young Master reads quickly and is too lazy to move books, so he usually stays here."

Hearing him mention the Second Young Master, Yang Xier thought again of the look in Song Wanli's eyes when she passed away, wanting to touch her. For the first time, she felt a pang of heartache, wanting to explore the kind of love that had supported her to die by hitting her coffin.

"Uncle Zhong, do I look a lot like my second brother?"

"They look alike, especially their eyes and eyebrows. The eldest daughter and the third son look like the Marquis, while the second son and the fourth daughter look like the Madam."

"What about the fifth young lady?" Yang Xier couldn't even call the daughter of Concubine Liu, who had deceived her, "sister".

"It's strange to say, not only does the Fifth Young Lady bear no resemblance to the Marquis, but she doesn't even look like Concubine Liu." Uncle Zhong led Yang Xier onto the white jade bridge and pointed to the Shuyun Pavilion with its rockery and gurgling streams.

"The Third Young Master loves to practice martial arts here. Sometimes the clanging of his spear disturbs the Second Young Master so much that he can't concentrate on his studies. The two of them will then start fighting here, without any of the calm and majestic demeanor they have outside. The Third Young Master can't beat the Second Young Master, and every time he loses, he'll cry and ask the eldest girl to judge the matter."

When people are sad, they always like to recall the past, and recalling the past only makes the sadness worse, and this cycle repeats. On this way back, Zhongbo had cried no less than ten times, and now he was choking with tears again.

Yang Xier was really worried that his already swollen eyeballs would fall out, so she advised: "Uncle Zhong, you don't need to show me around the house. I won't be staying here for more than a few days."

After hearing this, Zhong Bo burst into tears and it took him a quarter of an hour to come back to his senses. However, he did not take Yang Xier to familiarize herself with the Marquis' Mansion. Instead, he took her directly to a quiet and elegant courtyard.

"Xunyang Pavilion!"

Yang Xier looked at the beautiful handwriting on the plaque and asked curiously, "Why is this name so strange?"

"This is your courtyard, Fourth Miss." Uncle Zhong explained, "The Lu family, up to Fourth Miss's generation, has been named after Ming and Shui. Yang is your maiden name."

In the exquisite courtyard, there are mountains, water, flowers, grass, swings and wooden horses. Looking for Yang, looking for Ming Yang.

Yang Xier didn't expect that in a place she didn't know, there would be people who missed her family so much.