Ten years ago, in Qingluan City.
The city was bustling with activity, adorned with lanterns and decorations, filled with laughter and joy, as it celebrated the annual Lan Lantern Festival. The entire city was immersed in a festive atmosphere.
The Mr.Qingluan hosted a grand banquet in her magnificent palace, inviting ministers from all around. The banquet table was laden with delicacies and the aroma of fine wine filled the air.
During the feast, the Mr.Qingluan specially sent forth her precious jewel, her eight-year-old daughter, Wen Qing'er, to serve wine to the guests.
Wen Qing'er wore a pink satin dress, tied at the waist with an intricately embroidered ribbon. She moved gracefully, holding a wine jug steadily in her hands, her sweet smile brightening the room as she poured wine for each minister.
When she approached one of the ministers, she would gently tilt her head and say in a clear and melodious voice, "Sir, please enjoy."
As the wine flowed and spirits lifted, the Sovereign suddenly recalled something. He raised his head slightly and scanned the table before asking loudly, "Where is Luo Han of the Blue-Robed Kingdom?"
"Luo Han is here." Luo Han slowly stood up from his seat at the corner. His small frame stood straight like a stubborn little sapling.
He wore a somewhat plain blue garment; though not luxurious, it was clean and tidy.
His eyes were clear and resolute as he met the Sovereign's gaze without fear.
With a hint of drunkenness, the Sovereign smiled and said, "Today is our grand Lan Lantern Festival; I grant you one wish."
Wen Qing'er thought to herself that Luo Han would surely wish to return to his own country, curious about how her father would respond.
However, to her surprise, Luo Han raised his head slightly and spoke firmly: "I sincerely hope that there will be no more wars between our two countries and that everyone can live in peace and happiness."
That such noble words could come from an eight-year-old child astonished everyone present.
The Sovereign paused for a moment before bursting into laughter: "Haha, good! I promise you this. As long as your Blue-Robed Kingdom does not initiate an attack during my lifetime, my soldiers of Qingluan Kingdom will never set foot on your land!"
Upon hearing this, gratitude spread across Luo Han's face as he respectfully bowed deeply to the Sovereign.
Having been a hostage in Qingluan Kingdom for six months, he had always maintained his composure without being servile or arrogant; this was his first time showing such deep respect.
The Sovereign looked at Luo Han with a smile and pointed to Wen Qing'er saying, "This is my daughter; do you think she is beautiful?"
Wen Qing'er blushed at these words, gently lowering her head and unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her clothes.
Luo Han looked at Wen Qing'er seriously and then said, "She's beautiful, comparable to my friend Sharo."
The Sovereign laughed again, teasingly saying, "If I were to betroth her to you as a wife, would you be willing?"
Luo Han's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.
His eyes showed a hint of panic as he quickly glanced at Wen Qing'er before hurriedly turning and fleeing out the door.
The guests present burst into laughter at this scene.
An old minister even chuckled, "Haha, this Luo Han's attendant must have written him plenty of scripts for handling situations, but this question? I bet that attendant never anticipated that this kid would have no standard answer and would only flee in embarrassment."
While everyone was still laughing, they saw Luo Han rush back in, panting heavily.
He tightly held a dragon-shaped short dagger in his hand, which shimmered with a mysterious light under the illumination.
The guards had no time to react when Luo Han suddenly knelt on one knee before Wen Qing'er. His eyes were filled with sincerity and expectation as he proclaimed loudly, "This short dagger is the national treasure of my Blue-Robed Kingdom, Weeping Dragon's Grievance. I now present it to you; will you marry me?"
Ten years later, at Qinggeng Peak.
Wen Qing'er softly said, "Are you here to take me away? You've worked hard."
Luo Han was momentarily stunned by these words, standing there in a daze. Wen Qing'er continued, "Back then we were too young to understand what responsibility meant."
As she spoke, she slowly took out a short dagger from her possession; it was indeed the token of their love from years ago, Weeping Dragon's Grievance.
A hint of determination flashed in her eyes. "If you are not here to take me away but to stop me instead, I would rather die beneath this Weeping Dragon's Grievance than live without regret."
Luo Han's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness.
He suddenly turned around and strode down the mountain. The sky was heavily overcast, and it began to snow once more.
The snowflakes fell gracefully like pure white petals.
Wen Qing'er unconsciously took two steps forward, her heart filled with reluctance and nostalgia.
But she stopped in time, her voice ringing out in the wind and snow: "You told me the story of 'Weeping Dragon's Grievance.' I hope you can find the ending of that story."
After speaking, she forcefully threw the short knife in her hand. Luo Han, hearing the movement behind him, reached out to catch 'Weeping Dragon's Grievance.' He still did not turn around, merely standing there silently as snowflakes fell upon him.
Just as Luo Han's figure disappeared into the mountains, a magnificent steed swept in amidst the wind and snow.
The horse was tall and majestic, its mane flying in the wind like a burning flame.
The rider wore a dark green long robe that rustled in the breeze.
His hair was disheveled over his shoulders, with a green feather slanted into it, giving him an especially unruly appearance.
The horse was already incredibly spirited, but the rider was even more audacious. With a dragon's roar, he drew his sword, which gleamed coldly in the snowstorm.
Wen Qing'er barely had time to blink before the sword's edge was just an inch from her brow.
The chilling intent of the sword seeped into Wen Qing'er's smooth, white skin, and a drop of blood blossomed like a cold plum flower in the snow.
This was Wen Qing'er's first encounter with Gongsun Huima. At that moment, this extraordinary young man pointed his sword at her forehead without hesitation. His eyes were filled with complex emotions as he said to her: "Are you my fiancée or the daughter of my father's murderer?"
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