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

Zong Zhengxi almost doubted his own ears. He flipped through the treasure book and the Great Seal on the table repeatedly. They were indeed the tokens of the Jinyi Guard, without a doubt.


When he ascended the throne, his father had personally handed them to him. Later, when his father retired to the "palace retreat" to recuperate, the tokens were temporarily kept by Lu Yuan under the excuse of Zong Zhengxi's youth.


From that point on, the Jinyi Guard had become nothing more than a tool for Lu Yuan to eliminate dissidents.


Zong Zhengxi never expected that one day Lu Yuan would willingly return the Jinyi Guard to him.


He stared blankly at Lu Yuan. "You... what scheme are you plotting this time? Are you testing me?"


Lu Yuan smiled faintly. "Did not Your Majesty summon the Prime Minister back to the court just for this day? I congratulate Your Majesty on personally taking charge of the administration and pray that Your Majesty blesses the people for generations to come."


Chapter 168: The Little Emperor Cries