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

Yang Xier looked at King Ningyuan with a guilty conscience and said stubbornly, "Your Highness, if you die, the Xiongnu will be in the wrong and the marriage will be shelved. They might even compensate us. You have died a worthy death for your loyalty to the country. You won't live many more years anyway. Farewell, Your Highness..."

"Hey!" Jin Yiluo just wanted to scare her, but he didn't expect that she would actually dare to stab him, so he stepped forward to grab her.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

Yi Yun, who was riding a horse, dismounted quickly, pushed Jin Yiluo away angrily, and stood in front of Chu Mingzheng.

"It's not me, it's her. I was saving him." Jin Yiluo pointed the stolen arrow at Yang Xier.

"If you're telling a lie, could you please make up a better one?" Yi Yun refused to pay attention to him anymore and hurried to see Chu Mingzheng, "Brother Mingzheng, are you hurt?"

Jin Yiluo was so angry that he broke the arrow in his hand. It was just as the girl said. If even his own sister didn't believe him, who else would believe him?

Yang Xier quietly hid behind a tree trunk, trying her best to conceal her presence.

After all this trouble, Chu Mingzheng's coughing became even worse. Yi Yun looked at the blood in his palm and hurriedly helped him sit down.

"Witch doctor, witch doctor..."

When Yi Yun was in Xiongnu, she heard that Chu Mingzheng was ill and brought a witch doctor with her. If Concubine Song hadn't said, "Men and women are different; sitting at the same table will make people laugh," she wouldn't have found him now.

The witch doctor took off the medical bag on his horse and walked over quickly. Chu Mingzheng glanced at Jin Yiluo and cooperated with the witch doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

The witch doctor shook his head the more he looked at him. "Princess, King Ningyuan's body is too seriously injured. Recovery is unlikely. We can only try our best to nurse him back to health."

Yi Yun was dissatisfied: "It's gone now, how can I raise it?"

The witch doctor said stiffly, "If Prince Ningyuan abstains from alcohol and sex, and takes blood-boosting medicine, he might be able to maintain his lifespan for another three to five years."

Yiyun's tears fell down.

"Brother Mingzheng, please come back to Xiongnu with me. If you can live one day, I will stay with you for one day; if you can live one year, I will stay with you for one year. No matter how long it takes, I will stay with you for the rest of my life."

Jin Yiluo couldn't bear to listen any longer. He pulled his sister up and said angrily, "We Xiongnu people have a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. He saved you before, and I brought you here if you want to see him. I also allow you to heal him if you want to. But if you continue to talk nonsense like this, I will strangle you to death right now."

"elder brother……"

Jin Yiluo ignored his sister's wailing, dragged her behind him, and looked at Chu Mingzheng: "You look so dead now, it makes me feel ashamed to have ever considered you an opponent."

What does it mean?

Yang Xier listened to the footsteps gradually disappearing, and she leaned over the tree trunk to look over, and saw a huge figure descending, bringing with it a biting cold wind.

Yang Xier retreated in fear. She took a step back, and he followed, until they had no room to retreat. Her back hit the tree trunk, causing pain.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Chu Mingzheng propped himself up on the tree trunk with one hand and lifted Yang Xier's chin with the other. He asked with a smile, "Do you want to be my woman, or a plaything for the Huns?"

This was such a tempting question that Yang Xier was stunned.

Chu Mingzheng continued, "How about you stay with me for one night and I'll remove your name from the marriage list?"

The handsome face in front of her grew larger and larger. When she tried to touch it with her nose, it felt cool. The fragrance of roses filled the air, stirring her heart. She had to admit, her heart was moved.

Yang Xier raised her chin and trembled as she closed her eyes. A cold yet warm touch landed on her lips, with an irresistible force. Her lips parted slightly, and she cooperated by sticking out her tongue.

A faint chuckle was heard, and Yang Xier opened her eyes and found two fingers on her lips, and what she was licking were his fingertips.

Chu Mingzheng pinched two wet fingers, rubbed them on the fabric of her shoulder, and shook his head in disgust.

"Bland and boring."

"you……"

Her flushed face turned pale in an instant.

Yes, how could a man like him lack women? Yang Xier finally realized that she had been fooled.

Chu Mingzheng said coldly, "This time, I will not bother with you. If there is a next time, I will skin you alive."

"Your Highness, I thank you for your forgiveness." Yang Xier knelt on the ground and buried her head deeply in the soil to hide her embarrassment.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. You were wrong first, and greed came later. What right do you have to cry?

Chu Mingzheng's gaze fell from the bent back to the red horse lying in a pool of blood.

"Are you still going to buy that horse?" he asked.

"Ok?"

Yang Xier looked up in confusion and saw King Ningyuan taking off the silver comb on her head.

During her mourning period, she was not allowed to wear plain clothes because she was a dowry for a princess who was to be married off to a foreign country. However, her clothes and headdress were very plain. The silver comb was indeed the most expensive item on her head.

"Is it your horse?"

Yang Xier realized it later. No one answered her, and Chu Mingzheng's figure became increasingly blurred. She sat quietly beside the horse until someone came to find her.

All the way back to Chengyang Marquis Mansion, Yang Nian'er was still blaming herself for losing her second sister because she was greedy for a few flower cakes.

"Alright!" Yang Xier changed her clothes and coaxed, "Old Madam Yu went to the palace and should be back soon. If you don't go over soon, she'll be angry."

"Then let's go!"

Yang Nian'er was frightened by Madam Yu's vigorous demeanor and hurriedly dragged her second sister to the main hall. The food prepared in the main hall was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

The two sisters and Wei Luo sat and waited quietly.

Old Madam Yu came to the palace to discuss the matter of replacing someone. Although Yang Xier knew that the hope was slim, she still looked towards the mansion door expectantly, again and again.

Madam Yu finally appeared, her face livid. Duke Weiguo followed beside his mother, shuffling his legs quickly.

"Yang'er, let's go!"

Madam Yu pulled Yang Xier into the study, looked at the Duke of Wei who followed in, and said sternly, "You say!"

The Weiguo public relations officer came to the door, looked at his unfamiliar niece, and sighed, "Yang'er, it's not that your uncle doesn't want to help you, it's really that His Majesty has made up his mind."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Old Madam Yu slammed her palm on the desk.

Duke Wei sighed and said bluntly, "The marriage procession is a long way from the border to the Xiongnu royal court. Once we leave Dasheng territory and the people are lost, we will have nothing to do with Dasheng. Then, my uncle plans to disguise himself as a Qiang and kidnap you."

Yang Xier looked up in shock, she thought her hope was gone.

Madam Yu sighed, "I don't know if anything will happen along the way. I'm sorry to have troubled my Yang'er."

"Don't be wronged, don't be wronged."

For many days, Yang Xier hadn't thought of a good solution. The nightmare of marrying and marrying with a dowry tormented her every day. At this moment, she finally couldn't hold it in and tears welled up.

Mrs. Yu hugged her granddaughter distressedly and warned her son: "Make sure everything is absolutely safe."

"It's absolutely safe. Yang'er is my niece after all, how could I not feel sorry for her." Duke Weiguo's voice was sonorous and powerful, but he lowered his head while speaking, not daring to look directly at her.