The soldier secretly glanced at the Eighth Princess, thinking to himself that this person appeared dirtier than the beggars begging at the city gate. Was she really the Eighth Princess? But regardless of whether she was or not, this matter was not sothing he could decide, so the soldier first courteously welcod the Eighth Princess into the camp and secretly had soone keep an eye on her, while he imdiately reported the news.
Upon hearing the news of the Eighth Princess, Qinghe was slightly stunned and couldn’t help but sigh: "It is said that good people do not live long, but disasters last for a thousand years. As I predicted, she will not die so easily."
After saying this, Qinghe leisurely got up, took out a powder compact, and applied it all over his face, making himself look pale and haggard. Then he beckoned Ah Lian, and the two of them took a carriage to rush outside the city.
By the ti Qinghe arrived, the Eighth Princess was in the camp. The soldiers were doubtful of her identity but did not dare offend her before things were ascertained. They even feared being too brusque, so they entertained her with good food and drink and even brought clean clothes for her to change into.
When Qinghe arrived, the Eighth Princess had already dressed up neatly. The clothes she wore were long-sleeved and loose, like a bag hanging on a bamboo pole, making her look even thinner.
Before the carriage had co to a complete stop, Qinghe rushed out of it. "Your Highness!" He saw the Eighth Princess at a glance. She had her back to Qinghe but turned around upon hearing him. Upon seeing the Eighth Princess’s appearance, Qinghe sighed inwardly, but he concealed it perfectly, revealing none of his thoughts.
Qinghe hurriedly approached the Eighth Princess: "Your Highness... you’ve suffered."
The Eighth Princess’s eyes turned red, and then she took a deep breath: "Whether it’s suffering or not, let’s discuss it later. Since you are here, Qinghe, you can confirm my identity." She cast a cold glance around: "I am the Princess of Dayuan. All obey the orders!"
Her eyes turned blood-red, brimming with bloodthirsty madness: "Seventy miles south, there is a village. Slaughter it, leave no one alive!!"
She then demanded again: "Prepare the brush and ink!"
Qinghe signaled Ah Lian, who promptly brought the brush and ink.
The Eighth Princess swiftly drew three faces, "Rember these three, I want them captured alive. Do not harm their lives!!" These three were the surviving brothers of the Liu family, and if they were not cut into pieces, it would be hard to quell the anger in her heart!
Qinghe pondered, what had happened during the days when the Eighth Princess went missing? Her first words were to eradicate an entire village? Besides, her body felt hollow, and her aura was no longer as steady as it used to be; he could no longer sense the Eighth Princess’s Inner Strength.
He squinted slightly, it seed this Eighth Princess... had beco a discarded piece, no longer useful. However, there was no need to be alard, after all, his plans had progressed quite far. This Ji-surnad world would inevitably see a change of ruler!
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This was a peaceful small mountain village, and it was a tranquil morning.
In recent days, Dalang often tossed and turned restlessly, with thoughts occasionally drifting to Miss Huang. His father was a Yuan person, and his mother was a Jin person. His father revered his wife, and his mother revered her husband. Influenced by his parents since childhood, he could accept both one wife with multiple husbands and one husband with multiple wives. His mindset was quite open and not bound by those conventional customs and beliefs.
He thought occasionally about Miss Huang being ’defiled’ by the Liu Brothers, and also from ti to ti, about how two of the five Liu family mbers had died, presumably at the hands of Miss Huang.
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