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Crossing Qinggeng Peak, they had already stepped into the territory of the Green Willow Kingdom. Wen Qing'er finally relaxed her tense nerves a little and let out a long sigh. She gently raised her hand to signal her maid Xiao Zhu to take a break for a moment.
The earnest teachings of her father before her departure seemed to still echo in her ears.
Her father looked at her with a serious expression: "Qing'er, your engagement to Gongsun Huima was established a year ago, but do you know why I have been relentlessly pursuing the Green Willow Kingdom?"
Wen Qing'er slightly raised her head and answered firmly, "Daughter knows that the stronger our Qingluan Kingdom is on the battlefield, the higher my status will be after I marry."
Her father gently stroked her hair and said meaningfully, "It's good that you understand my concerns. I have no sons, only you as my precious daughter. The Blue-Robed Kingdom has always been eyeing us covetously. Your voluntary marriage to another country is also to protect the Qingluan Kingdom, but as your father, I only hope you can find a suitable husband and live happily and healthily forever. I heard that you have feelings for Luo Han, the Second Prince of the Blue-Robed Kingdom. That boy I have watched grow up, but..."
Wen Qing'er hurriedly interrupted him, saying anxiously, "Gongsun Huima of the Green Willow Kingdom is talented in both literature and martial arts, able to stand alone at such a young age; he is indeed a good match. Please don't worry about me, Father. Although sending out three routes of decoy troops is safe, I believe only the fourth route is truly secure."
As it turned out, just as Wen Qing'er had anticipated, all three bridal palanquins were ambushed by Luo Leng of the Blue-Robed Kingdom. However, for the fourth route, only Wen Qing'er and her maid disguised themselves and left the city. After enduring hardships, they safely arrived at Qinggeng Peak at the junction of the three kingdoms.
Xiao Zhu complained wearily, "Princess, why did you choose to walk to the Green Willow Kingdom instead of riding in a bridal palanquin? It's exhausting!"
Wen Qing'er sighed lightly and replied helplessly, "Exhaustion is still a thousand times better than dying at the hands of those from the Blue-Robed Kingdom."
"Do you really think our Blue-Robed Kingdom is so unworthy in your eyes?"
A figure slowly appeared in their line of sight.
This person was dressed in blue, standing tall like a pine tree. His brows were as finely drawn as an ink painting, and his eyes shone like bright stars; however, his complexion was slightly pale, showing signs of weariness.
Before Wen Qing'er could speak, Xiao Zhu eagerly interrupted, saying, "Prince Luo Han, you aren't here to snatch a bride, are you?"
The visitor was indeed Crown Prince Luo Han of the Blue-Robed Kingdom. Unlike his younger brother Luo Leng, he had no interest in political affairs and only desired to live as a recluse in the world.
At that moment, he slowly walked over, his sorrow washing over him like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Wen Qing'er.
The first time she met Luo Han was ten years ago on a winter day when the weather was cold and light snowflakes were falling from the sky.
Eight-year-old Wen Qing'er had woken up early that day because she had heard that Crown Prince Luo Han of the Blue-Robed Kingdom would be coming to the Qingluan Kingdom as a hostage. This Luo Han was born in the same year as her, and he was even a month younger.
She felt particularly sorry for him, having to become a hostage in a foreign land at such a young age.
To her surprise, after dismounting, Luo Han's first words to her were, "Are you here to pick me up? Thank you for your hard work."
His voice was calm and steady, and there wasn't a trace of grievance or pessimism on his frostbitten little face.
At just eight years old, Luo Han stepped into Qingluan City with hesitant steps while quietly entering the city of Wen Qing'er’s heart.
Ten years had passed, but the childishness on Luo Han's face had not completely faded. As he walked slowly, he said with a tone of sorrow, "Qing'er, I promised to marry you, and you agreed. Why are you marrying that Gongsun Huima instead?"
It seemed that Luo Han was even more naive than when he first said those words. Thinking of this made Wen Qing'er’s eyes begin to sting. She held back the tears that were about to spill over and gently replied, "Are you here to pick me up? Thank you for your hard work."
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