He Lan Tianxia

At this moment, the capital of the Wubei Kingdom was brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and Chanyu Luoxie was sitting on a throne made of lambskin, overjoyed.

"Congratulations, Chanyu! Congratulations, Chanyu!" The Chanyu's confidant stepped forward with delight to offer his congratulations.

"Has the little beauty arrived?" Luo Xie looked behind his confidants, a little anxious. The woman had been sent several days ago, but he had been fighting a nomadic Xiongnu outside. As soon as he returned today, he ordered his men to prepare a wedding banquet.

"Wedding banquet?" The confidant thought he had misheard and deliberately repeated it.

"Today, Chanyu, I have arranged the marriage." The Chanyu was in high spirits.

"I'll take care of it right away." The Chanyu's wedding was no small matter, so his trusted aide dashed off to make arrangements. A moment later, the aide returned in a flash and asked the Chanyu, who was drinking butter tea, "Chanyu, what should be done with the women sent by the Yan Kingdom?"

Luo Xie Chanyu knew that this kid hadn't figured it out yet, so he laughed and said, "I, the Chanyu, will marry her."

"That vixen?" The confidant's mind went blank for a moment, so he reminded him, "Shanyu, should we bring her up so you can take a look first?" The confidant was a little worried, after all, marriage is a major event and should not be taken lightly, especially since it was the Shanyu's wedding. He was worried that the Shanyu had acted on impulse.

"No need to look anymore. Since Murong Junlan has taken a liking to this woman, do I still need to consider it?"

"Yes. I'll take care of it right away." Just as his confidant was about to leave, he heard Luo Xie say.

"Wait. Give the orders and bring that woman up." Knowing that the Chanyu was anxious, the confidant smiled at him and said, "I'll go prepare right away." The confidant was indeed a confidant; in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he brought the woman to the Chanyu.

"Chanyu, I have already had her bathed by my maid. Preparations for the wedding banquet still need to be made, so I will take my leave now." The confidant discreetly withdrew.

"Good." The Chanyu laughed heartily. Looking at the woman still bound before him, he spoke in a language a mix of Han and Xiongnu: "You're the woman who rolled down from Broken Heart Cliff?"

"Hmph." What kind of woman rolled over from the Cliff of Broken Hearts? It sounded utterly unpleasant. The woman ignored the Chanyu. However, she had a little idea in her mind. This guy knew a bit of Han Chinese, which seemed a bit better than Murong Junlan. Although his Han Chinese was very broken, at least he could understand it and wouldn't be fooled without realizing it.

"I, Luo Xie Chanyu, formally inform you that today I will marry you and bestow upon you the title of my Eshi." He paused, then added, fearing the woman might not understand, "Eshi is what you Han people call a lady."

The woman ignored him, thinking to herself, "I know perfectly well that I got the highest score in history in the entire department, no explanation needed."

"This is the highest treatment a woman can receive." Seeing that the woman wasn't looking at him, Luo Xie added, "It seems you don't like me, but that's alright, as long as I like you."

The woman wasn't about to be so easygoing; she was now plotting her escape. The place was heavily guarded, and this time it seemed there was truly no way to escape. What to do? She hadn't even married the prince, and now she was being sent to a foreign land for a political marriage, to marry Murong Junlan's enemy—the plot was a bit illogical. Ah, well, there was only one feasible solution right now: to ruin this guy's life on their wedding night, making sure he had no descendants.

As Luo Xie spoke, he grew increasingly bored and his pride was somewhat hurt. He became a little angry and said sarcastically, "Don't fantasize that Murong Junlan will come to save you. He doesn't know that you secretly sent the Empress Dowager and the Emperor to Wubei for a marriage alliance."

Luo Xie paused, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Guess what Murong Junlan is doing right now? Let me tell you, he's playing the flute in the pouring rain at Broken Heart Cliff." After saying that, Luo Xie couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then added, "It seems that Murong Junlan cares about you quite a bit. It's just a pity that he was so clever all his life, but made a foolish mistake this time."

Hearing Luo Xie's words, the woman felt a surge of warmth in her heart. During the time she had been caring for Murong Junlan while healed, he often played melodies for her. She thought to herself, "Murong Junlan must think he's rolled back to the 21st century from Broken Heart Cliff." Thinking this, the woman felt no longer moved. If Murong Junlan thought she had returned to the 21st century, he certainly wouldn't have come to rescue her. Thus, the last glimmer of hope in her heart was completely shattered.

Although time was a bit tight, the preparations for the banquet were quite quick. By 2 p.m., the entire capital of the Wubei Kingdom was brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Thousands of festive lanterns and various paper-cut decorations were displayed, accompanied by wedding music, truly resembling a grand wedding.

Luo Xie Chanyu was very satisfied with the arrangements. On a whim, he ordered a wedding carriage to be prepared, intending to take the bride around the royal city so that everyone could see the beauty of his future queen. A wedding carriage circling the royal city was a rare and important event, and the people of Wubei Kingdom took to the streets to watch the spectacle. As a result, the wedding carriage became the most dazzling sight on the streets.

The woman in the festive dress had her hands bound. To prevent others from seeing, Luo Xie had draped a cloak over her shoulders, while he sat beside her, looking smug and self-satisfied.

After touring around, the woman had roughly seen the entire Wubei Kingdom. She admired the wisdom of the ancients; the architecture was magnificent and grand, and the fact that it was almost entirely made of stone made it incredibly sturdy, unlike some of today's shoddy construction projects that are neither aesthetically pleasing nor practical. One slightly incongruous element was the inclusion of tents inside the buildings, which seemed unnecessary and out of place.

As the woman circled the royal palace and returned to the city gate, she suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring at her from the crowd. They seemed familiar—Murong Junlan? The woman squinted and looked in that direction, but no, it must be her imagination. Her actions caught Luo Xie's attention, and his gaze followed hers. He didn't see anyone suspicious, but he subtly reached out and pulled down the carriage curtain.

"Return to the manor." He dared not be careless. At Luo Xie's command, the wedding carriage returned to the manor. Then he instructed his confidants, "Send more archers and strengthen the defenses. I don't want anyone to interfere with my wedding."

"Yes." Luo Xie was so cautious that his confidant dared not be careless and turned to carry out the task.

Luo Xie personally led the woman to the bridal tent and stayed there, not daring to leave. He felt an invisible pressure making him uneasy. So he set up dinner in the bridal tent as well. He refused to believe that he could get married tonight and see what Murong Junlan could do to him. As he thought about it, he felt something was wrong. It was as if Murong Junlan had already arrived in Wubei Kingdom. Was he having a hallucination of seeing a snake in the shadows?

A bonfire blazed in the royal palace under the cover of night, and the crowd around it was filled with enthusiasm. Luo Xie, accompanied by a woman, took his seat at the head of the table, and everyone raised their cups to congratulate the Chanyu and his queen on their happy wedding. After several rounds of drinks, the Chanyu, slightly tipsy, raised a large bowl of wine to everyone: "I've gained the kingdom, and I've gained the beauty. Even if Murong Junlan had immense abilities, he still lost everything. How satisfying! How satisfying! Ha..."

"The Chanyu is wise! The Chanyu is wise!" the soldiers cheered.

"Next, the Wubei Kingdom will celebrate for three days."

"Thank you, Chanyu! Your Majesty is blessed with boundless good fortune."

"Good! Ha..." Luo Xie, caught up in the moment, downed several more bowls. Feeling a little dizzy, he shook himself off and waved to the crowd. "As the saying goes, a moment of bliss on the night of love is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I, the Chanyu, am going back to my tent now." So the crowd escorted him and the woman into the bridal tent.

The woman looked around the house and found nothing of use. So, with a gamble in mind, she said, "Since the Chanyu has appointed me as your consort, why are you still binding me? Does the Chanyu fear that a woman who can't even kill a chicken might escape?"

Luo Xie lifted the woman's chin with his hand, staring intently at her: "Beauty, today is our wedding day, of course I won't bind you. Remember, from now on you will be my consort." With that, he began to untie the woman. "However, even if you're untied, I doubt you can escape this room, ha..."

After being untied, the woman stretched her aching arms. Suddenly, Luo Xie handed her a cup of wine from behind. "Come on, my queen, let's drink this nuptial wine together."

"Alright." The woman, holding a wine glass, tilted her head back and, taking advantage of Luo Xie's momentary lapse in attention, slapped the glass directly at his face. Although Luo Xie was a little drunk, his reaction was quick. He caught the glass with his hand, sending it flying, and then pulled the woman into his arms. The woman then swung her elbow back, striking the Chanyu in the chest. The Chanyu didn't dodge; instead, he grabbed her with his other hand, immobilizing her. She could only glare fiercely at Luo Xie.

Luo Xie chuckled wickedly, "This Chanyu likes stubborn women like you."

"Pah!" The woman spat at Luo Xie.

Luo Xie wiped his face with his hand and chuckled wickedly, "Come on, bring it on, this Chanyu likes it." The woman raised her foot and kicked Luo Xie in the groin. Luo Xie was no ordinary person; he didn't take this little trick seriously at all.

"Looks like you're quite the troublemaker. But let me warn you," Luo Xie said with a malicious smile, "Don't be too ruthless, or you'll suffer as a widow for the rest of your life." With that, Luo Xie picked up the woman and threw her onto the wedding bed. The woman rolled onto the inside of the bed, and Luo Xie ripped off his cloak and pounced on her.