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

Half an hour later, Meng Qianqian walked out of Changchun Palace, her arms full of gold, silver, and jewels, her expression radiant.  


This wasn't some compensation from Consort Li—after all, Consort Li was her aunt. As such a considerate younger generation, how could she let an elder lose face?  


No, it was Liu Qingyun insisting on disciplining her own sister, and Meng Qianqian had merely stepped in with kind words, sparing Consort Li from physical anguish—a little token of thanks for her efforts.  


Liu Qingyun cast her a glance. "Too much for you?"  


Meng Qianqian shook her head like a rattle-drum. "Not too much, not too much!"  


Inside the main hall, Consort Li was nearly beside herself with anger. She swiped an entire table of fruits and pastries onto the floor, and still felt unresolved. Grabbing the golden candelabra on the table, she lifted it high.  


Chapter 227 It's Truly Satisfying