Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"That damned bastard!!~~!"

"He had only been kneeling and kowtowing for a few moments when he collapsed on the last step of the palace path, needlessly soiling the ground of Xuanwu Gate!!!"

The main hall of the eunuch compound!

Grand Eunuch Kang sat on the main chair in the hall, looking at the rare and precious jade presented by the servants with disdain, and shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"Your Excellency, according to information from the Imperial Hospital's spies, General Yang is extremely fond of this lowly commoner!!!" Xiao Anzi fawned over Eunuch Kang, rubbing his back as he spoke slowly.

"Oh my, could it be that this young General Yang is infatuated with beauty and physical appearance?!" Eunuch Kang chuckled with amusement, flicking his whisk.

“Father-in-law, this Qianqianluo truly possesses unparalleled beauty and captivating charm!” Xiao Anzi recalled the description sent by the informant, puzzled.

"Hmph!! Physical appearance and skin?"

"This palace has no shortage of such things, what?! Does this lowly barbarian think he can rise in the palace by relying on his looks?"

"Ridiculous, even pathetic!!"

"If this Qianqianluo were a woman, it wouldn't be so bad for her to serve the powerful and wealthy in the court!"

"What a pity, what a pity! Qianqianluo was born with a boyish appearance, hahaha, how interesting!!"

"Just you wait and see!! This lowly commoner's end will be even more miserable than that of a contaminated scumbag!!"

"What you say is absolutely right, sir!" Xiao Anzi chimed in, eager to please the chief eunuch.

At noon, at the Yang family official residence in the capital! General Yang, the young general, is lying on his side.

Qianqian had just woken up from her side-lying bed. She was so drunk that she had already fainted from kneeling. In her drowsy state, she had once again reviewed Eunuch Kang's prediction of the original owner's fate.

The eunuch's strange, effeminate voice made Qianqianluo, who had just woken up, feel physically uncomfortable.

Qianqian opened her eyes and looked at the familiar bedroom layout. The original owner of this body had also been rescued by Yang Chenqing and brought back to the Yang family's official residence.

Then, tonight the emperor hosted a banquet, and only then was the original owner reluctantly given the status of a tutor to the crown prince.

The thought of seeing the little tyrant that night and living in the East Palace with him made Qianqianlu want to escape.

Supporting her somewhat weak body, Qianqianluo, who had been dressed in a dark-colored casual outfit by her maid, struggled to get up by gripping the edge of the bed.

In the original drama, only when Doctor Ma took her pulse and Qing Tingyu tore her clothes did they discover her gender.

Hmph! Otherwise, with her height of 1.8 meters, her unremarkable chest, and her lower body that still retains virtual male characteristics, who would doubt that she is a woman?

Qianqianlu disdainfully tossed her unadorned hair before pounced on the table laden with various delicacies, wolfing down her food.

Kyoto's bustling nights are peaceful and prosperous, with colorful banners and lanterns beckoning to the slumbering crowd.

Qianqianluo and General Yang rode in the same carriage to the capital for a banquet.

Inside the spacious carriage, Yang Chenqing would blush with envy whenever he looked up and saw Qianqianluo sitting opposite him with her eyes closed, looking up in admiration.

A silver hairpin, delicately engraved with dragon patterns, gently held in place the cascading black hair of Qianqian.

A red silk belt inlaid with gilded gold was tied around her waist, accentuating the young master's slender waist, which was even more delicate than that of a woman.

The exposed belt hooks dangled down to Qianqian's knees. The belt hooks were made of jade carved into various flower bud shapes, highlighting the auspicious meaning of a gentleman as refined as jade.

Qianqian, dressed in a white silk robe, possessed an exquisitely beautiful and aloof appearance, like an immortal descended to earth.

"Why is General Yang staring at me like that?" Qianqian opened her eyes, smiling, and asked, exhaling a delicate fragrance.

Realizing he'd been exposed, Yang Chenqing immediately snapped back to reality, nervously gripping the hilt of the cold sword at his side: "Young Master Luo is quite handsome. I apologize for my abruptness; I couldn't help but glance at you a few more times!"

Hearing Yang Chenqing's simple and honest answer, Qianqianluo covered her mouth and smiled: "It is I who should thank General Yang for providing me with a proper robe!"

"No, it's nothing; Young Master Luo, such a trivial matter is nothing to worry about! I...!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! The words that were not yet spoken were interrupted by a loud noise.

Qianqian reacted quickly and stepped forward to support Yang Chenqing, who was about to fall.

Before Yang Chenqing could react, a cold fragrance entered his nostrils, and a pair of jade-like hands, radiating coldness, climbed onto his shoulders.

"What are you doing?? Can't you see this is the Yang family's carriage???" The Yang family's groom pointed at the Zhang family's carriage that had suddenly crashed into them, angrily shouting and cursing.

"Then please make way, Yang family. Our carriage is carrying Princess Zhi, who is returning to her parents' home. Please move aside!" Zhang family servant said coldly upon seeing this, shamelessly blocking Yang family's way to enter the palace for the banquet.

"Pah!! Shameless prostitute behavior!!" The stable boy, unable to contain himself any longer, spat at the departing carriage.

"Alright, it's fine, just follow!" From the main seat, General Yang, with his eyes closed, gave the order in a deep voice.

"Yes, old general; humph, we won't waste time arguing with this brothel!" The stable boy gritted his teeth, drove the carriage forward.

"No, no problem! Thank you, Young Master Luo, I'm sorry to have bothered you!" Yang Chenqing, who was sitting upright, bowed in gratitude, his eyes sparkling with pink stars.

Qianqianlu sighed again at her own damned charm; she could hear the inner thoughts of everyone in the world.

Therefore, she knew that when she saved her clansmen by blocking the Zhang brothers' cold blades with her bare hands, General Yang had begun to admire her.

Qianqianluo kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep, trying to calm her mind to deal with the trap she was about to face that night.

When Yang Chenqing saw that Young Master Luo had closed his eyes again, he assumed that the previous injury had probably taken a toll on Young Master Luo's mental energy, so he wisely kept quiet and closed his eyes as well.

Three years have passed since Qingting arrived, and the Imperial Terrace of Tingmo has been established.

The court officials wore their usual clothes, and the emperor wore his own clothes as well, and together with his beloved ministers, they attended this spring banquet.

Following behind General Yang and Yang Chenqing, Qianqianluo ascended the Tingmo Terrace under the guidance of a group of palace maids.

On the vast and empty Tingmo Terrace, the Changxin Palace Lantern and the whale oil lamp were lit early, illuminating the grand scene in Taizhong.

Qing Tingmo, accompanied by Empress Lin Qinrou, sat on the platform and received the kneeling greetings from all the ministers.

The sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the air as various beautiful women, their fair and fragrant skin radiating a sweet aroma, graced the stage.

Below the imperial platform, Qing Tingyu, dressed in a black python robe and with a bright red jade dragon-patterned hairpin in her hair, was sipping the flower wine served by the maids at the banquet.

With a glance, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes had already discerned the gruesome manner of death of everyone at the banquet.

Opposite the young tyrant sat the emperor's favored concubines.

Yang Guifei, supporting her pregnant belly, smiled shyly behind her veil as the emperor frequently glanced at her with affection.

Consort Zhang wore an extremely luxurious crimson dress, which made her alluring charm even more captivating.

Meanwhile, Princess Zhi, standing beside Consort Zhang, was tearing into the roasted meat that her maid had cut up without any regard for appearances, her mouth covered in oil.