A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

"The Khan is back! The Khan has brought the Khatun back!"

At the Northern Ran royal court, a group of strangely dressed people surrounded the gates of the court, welcoming their Khan and new Khatun.

Everyone had a visible smile on their face, and they waved excitedly when they saw He Louxiong's car.

He Louxiong carefully carried Qin Zijian off the carriage.

All eyes turned to Qin Zijian, their gazes filled with curiosity but even more so with amazement.

"His skin is so white, like snow, and he's so handsome!"

"Is he our Khatun? He's so small, like a porcelain doll!"

"But he doesn't seem to be in good health, we need to catch a lamb and stew it for him!"

Feeling a little shy under the intense gaze of so many people, Qin Zijian unconsciously shrank closer to He Louxiong.

He Louxiong sensed his small movement, turned his head slightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He gently patted his back to comfort him, and then addressed the crowd in a loud voice.

"This is my Khan's Khatun. From now on, you must respect him as you respect me." The crowd cheered in unison.

Upon entering the royal court, Qin Zijian curiously looked around. The architectural style here was quite different from that of the Central Plains.

He Louxiong led Qin Zijian to the room prepared specifically for the Khatun.

A thick carpet was laid on the ground. The winter was cold in the north, and a stove was burning sheep bricks.

The couch was also covered with a thick layer of bedding, with the totem of Bei Ran's faith carved in the middle.

A bronze dressing mirror was placed against the wall. The room's decor had a familiar feel, but it still retained the unique characteristics of the northern region.

He Louxiong placed Qin Zijian on the soft couch and said, "You should rest for a while. You must be exhausted from the long journey."

Qin Zijian was indeed exhausted. He was already quite weak, and he hadn't fully recovered from the serious illness he had suffered before.

"Um…"

Adding to the bumpy ride, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He had barely touched the bed when he gave a soft reply before falling into a deep sleep.

Looking at Qin Zijian's sleeping face, He Louxiong felt his heart was completely filled.

She reached out and gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen between his brows, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Then he quietly bent down and reverently placed a kiss on the other person's forehead.

"Click... Great, that's the effect I wanted!"

The director looked at the monitor and expressed his satisfaction.

It would have been perfect if Ye Jin's terrible acting hadn't disgusted him.

Shen Ruoyun got out of bed and jumped to the ground.

I was just going to get some water, but the director called me over instead.

The director patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration.

"We're going to film Qin Zijian's wedding later, so you should go get your makeup and hair done first."

"You don't need to be too professional at dancing, just a couple of simple moves will do. We'll edit it out, don't worry."

Shen Ruoyun nodded, not taking it too seriously, and went to the dressing room to start her makeup and styling.

The red gauze dress tightly wrapped her snow-white body, the skirt as light as a cloud, making her look like a fairy walking on snow as she moved.

Following the description in the original work, the hairstylist braided his hair into many small braids.

The braids are adorned with bells and red coral beads, and the jeweled forehead ornament adds a touch of elegance without sacrificing sophistication.

"Oh my! With that look, who would believe she's an alpha!"

The makeup artist looked at her masterpiece and exclaimed in admiration.

When he arrived at the filming location, everyone's eyes lit up.

Chen Xinglan's heart raced when she saw him. Even though she knew it was just a movie shoot, she couldn't hide the excitement in her heart.

Back at the studio, everything was ready, and all the staff were prepared.

This scene is considered a famous scene from the original work. If it's performed well, there might be no problem, but if it's performed poorly, the original fans will probably curse it to death.

At the director's command, filming began.

Qin Zijian and He Louxiong got married, and the entire Beiran royal court was decorated with red silk, carrying the heartfelt blessings of their clansmen.

He Louxiong carefully helped Qin Zijian, and the two of them made their way to the temple.

In Beiran, it is customary for the gods to be the witnesses for any joyous occasion.

Only with God's blessing can they stay together for all eternity.

The temple is engraved with a huge totem of the Northern Wilderness, representing the will of the gods.

The eldest elder of the clan carried two glasses of strong liquor and bent down to place them in front of the two men.

He Louxiong drew a dagger from his waist and made a cut on his fingertip, a drop of blood falling into the wine.

He then took Qin Zijian's hand and picked up a tiny needle from the tray.

Not daring to use too much force, I gently pricked my fingertip and carefully squeezed the blood into the cup.

The two exchanged a glance, and without any hesitation, picked up their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

The strong liquor burned like fire as it went down their throats, as if it could ignite and fuse the two of them together.

After the ceremony, Qin Zijian officially became He Louxiong's consort, vowing to never betray him in this lifetime.

Overjoyed, He Louxiong picked up Qin Zijian, tossed him gently into the air, and then caught him steadily.

A bonfire blazed brightly in front of the royal court, where people ate meat heartily and drank wine from large bowls.

Dancing around the firelight, the firelight illuminating everyone's faces, amplifying their enthusiasm and joy.

Even Qin Zijian couldn't help but laugh.

He Louxiong came out of the room and stared blankly at Qin Zijian, who had a slight smile on his face.

It took him a while to realize what was happening, and he walked up to the other person while holding the object in his hands.

Qin Zijian felt as if he were enveloped by a huge shadow.

When he looked up and saw what He Louxiong was holding, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Is this...my pipa?" Qin Zijian asked in disbelief.

Her birth mother was originally a dancer in a brothel. She was taken in by the Prince of Huainan and redeemed, but soon fell out of favor.

She did not receive proper care after giving birth to him and died two years later while bedridden.

In the end, only this pipa remained. Qin Zijian insisted on taking it with her when she got married, and she liked to take it out and look at it whenever she had free time.

Qin Zijian took the pipa, his fingers lightly touching the strings, producing a crisp sound.

She looked up at He Louxiong, her eyes slightly moist.

Others seemed to notice his strange object as well, and they gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"What is this thing? It can even make sounds."

"I know what this is, it's a pipa!"

"So this is the pipa? Does that mean we can perform a pipa dance!"

Pipa dance was very common in the area where Qin Zijian used to live.

Renowned for its lightness and grace, this dance was a favorite among brothels, high-ranking officials, and nobles.

"Could the Khatun perform a pipa dance for us? We really want to see it!"

A toddler was seen clinging to Qin Zijian's clothes, his eyes full of anticipation.

Qin Zijian hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at He Louxiong behind him.

He Louxiong was also full of anticipation; he wanted to see Qin Zijian dance, which he knew would be beautiful.