Tangli Fried Snow

No one would guess that Chu Beitang, who has always claimed to be eighteen years old, is actually twenty-six.

She was able to fool everyone, thanks not only to her good looks but also to her superb acting skills.

No man could resist her beauty; she was like a fairy descended from a dream, fulfilling every man's fantasy of a beautiful woman.

If she were to display even a little of her amazing talent, such as singing, dancing, or playing the piano, and showcase a level of artistry that is rare in the mundane world and transcends conventional standards, she could be breathtakingly beautiful, captivating anyone with her stunning beauty.

Add to that a pair of innocent, clear, and captivating eyes, and age is nothing more than a number to her.

But who could have guessed that she only inherited seven or eight parts of her mother's beauty?

Her own mother possessed a breathtaking beauty, as if all the essence of heaven and earth had been concentrated in her perfect face. When her father made her a concubine, the entire capital went mad for her. Men were infatuated with her, and women were consumed by jealousy.

Perhaps not only women, but even the heavens were jealous of my mother's beauty, which is why she died so young, leaving me, at the age of six, to eke out a living in that secluded palace.

In less than half a year, the poor child was brought to the brink of death by other vicious women and almost died along with her mother. Fortunately, her mother's personal maid, Jin Enxia, ​​risked her life to bring her out of the palace and save her life.

With nowhere else to go, the master and servant sought refuge with a court musician. The little child kowtowed before her, becoming her apprentice and learning the art. He stayed in the court musician's quarters for a full ten years.

Speaking of which, she started learning how to deal with men from a young age.

Since she was six years old, she has spent every day of her life refining her appearance, figuring out how to become more beautiful, how to dress, how to sing, dance, and play the piano, and finally, how to deal with men.

Every day before dawn, the children would be woken up to practice their skills, sing, bend over backwards, and learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. A prodigy like her would also learn Chinese and calligraphy. By her teens, she was well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics and could compose poems and couplets. She would have been more than capable of taking the provincial examinations to obtain a degree.

You asked her if she wasn't tired after practicing so hard for decades.

Whenever she was exhausted, she would take out a mirror and look at her face. Looking at her mother in the mirror would remind her of her mother, and thinking of her mother would help her breathe out of her exhaustion, and slowly her whole body would be filled with strength again.

Chu Beitang's heart was moved by his mother's gentleness and strength, saddened by her tragic experiences, and filled with pity for her heroic death. This ignited a powerful will within him: I will become a superior person, no matter the means or methods!

Once I become the woman of the most powerful king in several countries, I will be able to make him lead his army back to Korea and avenge me and my mother!

I want to tear those men who hurt her to pieces, then dig her out of that dark tomb and bury her myself on a beautiful mountain with clear waters, green hills, and fragrant flowers.

My mother loved basking in the sun and admiring the spring flowers. But now she can only be buried in a dark tomb, lying next to the man who ruined her life, eaten by insects, submerged in water, slowly rotting away, and finally turning into a pile of bones.

Chu Beitang still remembered that year, when he was still nestled in her arms. She was so beautiful, so young, sitting in a sea of ​​flowers, murmuring, "Tangtang, go with Enxia, ​​go as far away as possible, I'm afraid I can no longer protect you. Wherever you go, remember one thing."

"If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth."

"I only found out too late, which is why I'm in this situation now. If I hadn't given him my true heart, how could I have been used like this?"

"Tangtang, don't give your true feelings to men. If you give them your heart, they will laugh at you for having a bloodthirsty heart. You can only use them as tools and stepping stones, and they will turn around and beg for a little charity from you."

"It will pass, it will all pass. Our pain, our sorrow, our guilt will all pass. Enjoy the present moment, don't live in the past and tomorrow, live in today. Remember, live in today."

. . .

Since she became famous at the age of eighteen, countless men have flocked to her with mad admiration and gold and silver. Her choice to travel around the world is nothing more than to continuously accumulate wealth and search for the most powerful man.

She initially chose Zhao Muqing because his mother was the most beautiful woman in the Song Kingdom and was deeply loved by the emperor. His family was powerful and powerful, so he might become the emperor of the Song Kingdom.

However, after arriving in the State of Song, he discovered that he was out of favor, so he had no choice but to submit to the Crown Prince and wait for an opportunity to act.

Later, her target became Ying Longhua, because he had the most powerful army on the entire continent.

But his will was too strong. Despite Chu Beitang's repeated attempts to come to him, he managed to escape unscathed, and in the end, she had no choice but to give up.

In the end, she chose Ying Xuanhua. Yes, actually, she chose Ying Xuanhua herself because he was the most powerful monarch among the various countries. She wasn't from the Song Dynasty, so why would she agree to marry into the Western Turkic Khaganate? It was just going with the flow.

If she doesn't want to marry, she has a hundred ways to escape. Shen Shibai is so infatuated with her that he can easily use a little trickery to get that old fox to come up with a compromise.

But even after she married into the Western Turkic Khaganate and became the Queen Consort of Ying Xuanhua, the old man was too old and long past the age when young men would be infatuated with women and obey their every word. No matter how many methods she used, she could not make him listen to her.

Helpless, she had no choice but to choose another man who could serve her.

Yinglonghua had no interest in the throne or the world, and Boerzhi was too young and still had some of the naivety unique to teenagers, so neither worked. In the end, she had no choice but to choose the eldest prince, who was easier to control.

Chu Beitang first met Ying Xuanhua's eldest prince through the introduction of the Imperial Preceptor.

He was thirty-six years old, but looked no more than thirty. He had triangular eyes that always seemed to wander around, and he only ever said half of what he meant, making him an extremely difficult person to deal with.

Every minute spent in bed with him felt so long, thankfully he never tossed and turned for more than fifteen minutes.

The two could only exchange a few words before he would fall into a deep sleep, his loud snoring and bad breath filling the air. Chu Beitang would immediately signal for his stand-in to go to bed and sleep with him, while he would go to the side room to sleep alone. When it was almost dawn, he would switch back with the stand-in and get up with the Crown Prince to get dressed and eat.

He did this for over a year without noticing anything unusual, which shows that he was a selfish person who only cared about himself and never paid attention to details.

Gradually, she controlled him through various means and drugs, making him believe that he was the future ruler of the world, making him cooperate with Chu Beitang to kill Ying Xuanhua, and then fighting with the Third Prince for the throne at all costs.

. . . . . .

Chu Beitang recalled the past and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Today is not a good day. More and more battle reports are arriving. The civil war on the grasslands has been going on for four years, and it seems that the eldest prince is about to be defeated. She needs to prepare in advance.

Under the cover of night, she boarded a carriage bound for the south, changing carriages and boats as she encountered roads, until she arrived at the Jiaodong Peninsula, where she was trapped in a small village by a storm.

To avoid attracting attention, they mostly took routes through remote and desolate mountains and fields.

When we first arrived during the day, the surroundings were full of natural beauty, with a light mist floating around and lush trees, a scene of breathtaking beauty. However, the group of us were all feeling uneasy and under immense pressure, and none of us had the heart to appreciate the enchanting scenery.

Before they could find a large ship to set sail, a strong wind picked up in the afternoon, and all the ships in the ports stopped sailing.

Everyone was extremely anxious and begged for the storm to stop quickly, but Mother Nature was very capricious. Not only did the strong winds not stop, but a torrential downpour also began.

Outside, a fierce storm raged, with thunder and lightning. Chu Beitang and several trusted confidants could only take shelter in an inn, anxiously waiting for the rain to stop. At midnight, they heard the faint sound of horses' hooves. Startled, they went to investigate and found a group of people, soaked to the bone, arriving at the only inn in this desolate wilderness.

In the flashes of lightning, a dozen knights gradually approached, following the route they had taken earlier, clearly indicating that they had been targeted by them long ago.

The leader rode forward on horseback; he wore a black cloak and entered the inn alone. Everyone held their breath, tense and focused, while Chu Beitang's beautiful eyes revealed a complex expression.

The newcomer slowly removed his cloak, revealing a face as perfect as a god's.

Chu Beitang and Zhao Muqing hadn't seen each other for five or six years. They stared at each other for a long time, remaining silent. The others who were with Chu Beitang automatically moved to the side, all looking uneasy.

Chu Beitang looked at the man in front of her and was secretly alarmed. The reason was that she had not told anyone about the whereabouts of her and her companions. So how did Zhao Muqing know their whereabouts?

Did someone close to her betray her?

His appearance has changed a lot; he has lost the youthful spirit and gained the vicissitudes of middle age.

He had heavy eye bags and his skin was somewhat loose from excessive drinking, but when he smiled slightly, the contrast between his straight nose and smiling lips gave him an indescribable and alluring charm.

Zhao Muqing's eyes fell on the woman's face opposite him, his expression calm. Chu Beitang could see the weariness in his eyes; it seemed he hadn't had a good time these past few years.

Even in his most dejected state, people around him couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at his godlike appearance. It was quite a rare sight to see such a handsome man and beautiful woman together in the middle of nowhere.

Zhao Muqing looked at her intently, sensing her anxiety, and slowly said, "How have you been?"

Chu Beitang forced a smile and said indifferently, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Muqing gave a wry smile and said, "Of course I came for you."

Chu Beitang awkwardly turned his face away, no longer looking at him, and after a long while said, "You've come all this way to find me, are you doing this on someone's behalf?"

Zhao Muqing didn't speak, but just stared intently at her.

"Don't you miss me?" the man asked.

Chu Beitang's jade-like face remained completely expressionless as she calmly said, "In this situation, there's no need to talk about these things anymore!"

Zhao Muqing remained silent. After looking at her for a while, he said, "I want to talk to you alone."

"There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return."

"It's better to cherish the memory than to meet again, better not to meet at all." Her voice, soft and melodious as a heavenly melody, rang out. The poems she was about to recite were supposed to be infinitely moving, but her gaze fell on her slightly imperfect nails, her delicate brows furrowed, and she didn't even glance at the person opposite her.

Zhao Muqing took a deep breath and said with a determined look, "Just say one sentence."

Chu Beitang carefully observed his expression, his eyes darting around for a long time before finally nodding.

Kim Eun-ha had been watching the two of them closely. Upon hearing this, she quickly stepped forward and said firmly, "No, you can't be alone with him."

"Too dangerous!"

Chu Beitang smiled and patted her hand, saying, "He won't hurt me. Don't worry, we'll talk; there won't be any danger."

Before Jin Enxia could say anything more, Chu Beitang had already turned and gone back to his room on the second floor, with Zhao Muqing following closely behind.

Kim Eun-ha was worried, so she followed the two upstairs and stood guard at the door.

If any unusual sounds are heard from inside, she will break down the door immediately.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhao Muqing came out. He glanced at Jin Enxia at the door with an inscrutable expression, then left the second floor in a few steps. Ignoring the thunder and lightning outside, he joined his men and rode into the raging storm.

Kim Eun-ha watched him leave anxiously, then knocked on the door and called out uneasily, "Miss, Miss, are you asleep?"

There wasn't even a reply from inside the door.

Jin Enxia sensed something was wrong and hurriedly pushed the door open. The door was not closed, and she entered, only to find Chu Beitang lying motionless on the bed, as if he were asleep.

She called out cautiously a few times, but the person on the bed still didn't respond.

Jin Enxia gently turned Chu Beitang over. She saw that Chu Beitang's beautiful eyes were closed, her face was pale, and a delicate sword was stuck in her chest, with blood gushing out. Even if a celestial being came, it would be of no use.

Kim Eun-ha tremblingly placed her finger under her nose; she wasn't breathing at all.

She let out a deafening wail. That damned Zhao Muqing had actually killed her young lady!

She couldn't catch her breath and fainted.

. . .

Zhao Muqing originally thought that if he killed Chu Beitang, Bo Erzhi would keep his promise and let the Khitans go, so that the two countries could make peace and the Liao Kingdom could have a few years to recuperate.

But he underestimated the boy's wickedness. The boy actually reneged on his promise and still led his troops to the Northeast. He led his men eastward all the way until they reached the Korean Peninsula, at which point the Mongol army stopped.

Zhao Muqing eventually led an army of several thousand men into the deep mountains and forests; whether he lived or died is unknown.

However, with his looks, he could definitely survive in populated areas by becoming a live-in son-in-law or a gigolo.

Let sadness come as it may, but let it pass as quickly as possible.

We are constantly parting ways—with family, with loved ones, with hurt, and even with time itself.