Pian Fangfang

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.

On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.

Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.

Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.

Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.

It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.

She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Climbing the mountain too fast left her dying of thirst.


Meng Qianqian washed her hands and hurriedly grabbed the peach as if hesitating would make him regret giving it.


Lu Yuan picked up a white cloth and wiped his dagger.


Meng Qianqian glanced around. "Why did you come to the temple? And why is there no one with you?"


He answered Meng Qianqian's first question.


Meng Qianqian held the peach in her hands. "Did you see them?"


Meng Qianqian didn't ask whom he had seen because if he wanted to say, he would've said it already.


Meng Qianqian then asked, "Is Prime Minister Xun really your adoptive father?"


Lu Yuan frowned. "So Steward Cen even told you about this?"


Meng Qianqian seemed to ask casually, "Over these years, you've been working for your adoptive father, haven't you?"


Chapter 162: Holding Hands, Taking You Home_2