Marrying the Crown Prince

Although the place had been searched, just to be on the safe side, Li Zixiao and Huo Cheng decided to leave this place of trouble.

Because they lost their bearings after falling off the cliff, they've just randomly chosen a direction to go.

Of course, the choice is in Li Zixiao's hands.

"That's it."

After all this bad luck, shouldn't things finally turn out well this time?

After all, no one can be unlucky forever.

As it turns out, the above fallacies can indeed be used as truth.

Because, after encountering enemy troops so many times, they had only been on their way for a short time when they met the team sent by the Duke of Zhenguo to find Li Zixiao.

"This humble general has arrived late to save Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"It's alright." Li Zixiao nodded slightly and, surrounded by the crowd, mounted her horse.

Her expression was gentle, and her eyes were like the blue sky of late autumn, clear and bright, extremely beautiful, yet unfathomable.

Golden sunlight streamed down, illuminating her body as if coated with a thin layer of frost, which complemented Li Zixiao's pristine and untouched aura.

[Sixteen months later]

Inside the carriage, Li Zixiao leaned against the cushions, passing the time with a storybook in her hand.

"Dong dong!"

She used a book to lift the car curtain. "What is it?"

"Would Your Highness like to dismount and ride?" Huo Cheng was riding a snow-white horse, wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind, the extreme white and black intertwined. His tone was respectful, yet carried a hint of unruliness.

His hair was tied up high, with not a single strand falling in front of him, which made his posture even more upright.

Such a person is a born general.

A natural general...

People have received similar praise in the past.

But that person said—

"Your Highness."

"I will always be loyal to you."

Li Zixiao lowered her eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions surging within them.

She said, "Okay."

The carriage curtain was lowered, blocking Huo Cheng's burning gaze.

Li Zixiao put down the book and rubbed her temples—what am I doing?

After getting off the carriage, Li Zixiao mounted his horse and galloped away.

The wind whistled past her ears, and she felt a sense of relaxation she had never experienced before.

After running for about half an hour, the horse gradually slowed down.

Li Zixiao's brows finally relaxed.

She looked back and found that there was not an empty space behind her.

“Huo Cheng,” Li Zixiao said.

Hearing her call, Huo Cheng rode forward.

"Your Highness?"

"After entering the capital, I proposed marriage to my elder brother, the Emperor."

Huo Cheng was stunned.

No response?

"Hmm?" Li Zixiao raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"Your Highness," Huo Cheng said solemnly, "I am very happy."

Li Zixiao: "..."

Why don't you smile if you're happy? With that long face, anyone who didn't know better would think it was some kind of robbery or extortion scene!

Huo Cheng quickly responded, "However, Your Highness, could this matter be put on hold?"

"Hmm?" Li Zixiao asked curiously.

From the beginning of their relationship to their current state, it has always been Huo Cheng who took the initiative to cling to them.

At first, Li Zixiao didn't have any particular feelings.

Later, she thought it wouldn't be bad to have a good-looking, capable, and young guy by her side, but when asked what other thoughts she had, Li Zixiao said, "Princess, what's wrong with keeping a male concubine?"

If you're asking about marriage, it's just a thought that suddenly popped into my head.

So, she was rejected?

"What?" Li Zixiao asked, "Do you want to follow me like this, anonymously and without any official status?"

Huo Cheng raised the corner of his eye slightly and looked at the distant mountains. "Your Highness, I wish to give you a better outcome."

She is a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, perching on a towering parasol tree, drinking nectar and enjoying all the beauty of the world.

He is not yet capable of standing by her side.

"Huh?" Li Zixiao asked, puzzled.

Huo Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at her, his eyes clear and bright, holding an endless world within them.

He said firmly, "I can make do, but I don't want Your Highness to make do."

Through his eyes, Li Zixiao saw the vast sky.

She smiled and said, "Okay!"

Three years later, Huo Cheng led a thousand men on a long-distance raid to attack the Northern Ling Kingdom's grain supplies and then their main camp, beheading the Northern Ling general Awana with a single stroke.

Upon receiving the signal from Huocheng, the Duke of Zhenguo led his army to invade Beiling Kingdom.

With the pass opened, the Yang family army seized the opportunity and captured five border cities of the Northern Ling Kingdom in one fell swoop.

Upon their triumphant return to the capital, their merits were recognized and rewards were distributed.

Li Ziyan bestowed a blank imperial edict upon Huo Cheng, the lower right corner of which was already stamped with numerous official seals.

Huo Cheng knelt down, holding the imperial edict in both hands, "Your Majesty, I have a request."

"Oh?" Li Ziyan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

You used this wish card so quickly?

"I am captivated by a woman and request Your Majesty to grant me her hand in marriage."

Oh, so that's what it was about...

Li Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahaha," he laughed, "It's a small matter. Tell me, my dear minister, which girl have you taken a fancy to? I will make the decision for you."

"Your subject...is fond of Princess Shun'an."

Li Ziyan's smile vanished. "My dear minister, do you know what you're saying?"

"Yes!" Huo Cheng raised his head, his gaze resolute. "Your Majesty, I am in love with Princess Shun'an. I beg Your Majesty to grant my request!"

After saying this, he kowtowed to the ground.

Li Ziyan: "..."

Where's the paperweight on my desk? Who took it away?

Hiding behind the screen, Zhou Zhou looked at the paperweight on his table and thought to himself how clever and insightful he was, having such foresight.

Regardless of the circumstances, the process was indeed somewhat dramatic, but the marriage was still granted.

Li Zixiao looked at Huo Cheng beside her, and the figure in her memory reappeared before her eyes, finally overlapping with the person in front of her.

"Your Highness, let's go home."

"it is good."