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Weeping Dragon's Grief
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The spring chill remained biting, and the scattered remnants of snow in the mountains stood like tenacious guardians, stubbornly refusing to melt away.
Suddenly, the loud clang of a gong echoed, and a flower palanquin, carried steadily by sixteen people, slowly appeared before the mountain villagers who were diligently working in the fields.
A farmer's wife paused her work, gently kicked the hardworking man beside her, unable to hide her envy as she pouted and said, "Look at how grandly they are marrying off their daughter! When you married me last year, you only used a shabby donkey. It's just not comparable; people really can be infuriating!"
The farmer scratched his head and stammered in response, "That’s a princess from the Qingluan Kingdom getting married, and the groom is the newly crowned Sovereign of the Green Willow Kingdom. How can we ordinary folks compare to them?"
As they spoke, the luxurious flower palanquin had already passed over the rice fields.
The farmer's wife frowned slightly and pretended to scold her husband by tugging at his ear. "So it just means you’re useless..."
Though she said this, her sharp eyes were fixed intently on every movement of the palanquin.
At that moment, the farmer casually turned his hoe, revealing half of a glimmering short sword hidden within.
He gritted his teeth, about to take action when another series of urgent gongs sounded. To their shock, another flower palanquin suddenly emerged from behind the mountain, identical to the first!
"Oh no, there are two palanquins! What do we do now?" The farmer murmured anxiously in a low voice.
The farmer's wife narrowed her eyes and bit down hard on her teeth. "It doesn't matter; our people are ahead. Let's move!"
With that, she swiftly split her hands apart, and in an instant, two sharp Emei daggers were firmly grasped in her hands. She then darted forward like a shooting star, rushing straight toward the palanquin.
The soldiers escorting the bridal sedan chair were clearly well-prepared. They quickly drew out gleaming blades from beneath their festive garments, and in an instant, both sides engaged in a fierce battle.
This seemingly ordinary couple was actually disguised assassins, hired at a high price by the Second Prince of the Blue-Robed Kingdom, Luo Leng. Their purpose for coming was to sabotage the marriage between Qingluan and Green Willow.
For a long time, these three nations had maintained a delicate balance, standing as equals to one another.
However, in recent years, the Blue-Robed Kingdom had pretended to send hostages to the other two countries while secretly strengthening its military power, unknowingly becoming the strongest among them.
To avoid being picked off one by one by the Blue-Robed Kingdom, Qingluan and Green Willow meticulously planned to form an alliance through marriage.
Naturally, the Blue-Robed Kingdom would not sit idly by and sent people to snatch the bride.
But Qingluan was also prepared, deploying three bridal sedan chairs to confuse the assassins sent by the Blue-Robed Kingdom, making it difficult for them to discern which was real and which was fake.
Meanwhile, inside the Tenshukaku of Green Willow Kingdom, Sovereign Gongsun Huima, who should have been outside welcoming the bride, sat gloomily with a concubine, drinking alone.
Gongsun Huima had just turned twenty this year. He had lost his mother at birth and his father had tragically died in a fierce battle three months ago.
Under immense pressure from his retainers for the stability of the nation, he found himself forced to marry the daughter of his father's enemy. The thought of it filled him with anger.
The concubine gently refilled his cup, her face showing a hint of resentment as she slowly said, "I heard that the princess is named Wen Qing'er. She's eighteen years old and is said to be the most beautiful woman in Qingluan Kingdom. You truly are fortunate."
This concubine, nicknamed Chuan, was the daughter of a high-ranking official from Green Willow Kingdom. The two had grown up together as childhood sweethearts and had been married for a year. Chuan always referred to Huima as "Young Master."
Huima raised his wine cup, downed the drink in one gulp, and said with a face full of resentment, "What does it matter if she is the most beautiful woman? All I know is that I have an irreconcilable feud with her. This marriage is nothing but a political alliance."
As he spoke, he gently touched Chuan's hairdo with affection and said firmly, "I swear I will not lay a finger on her."
Upon hearing this, Chuan's lips curled into a slight smile as she leaned into Huima's embrace, her face showing satisfaction.
"Report!" a soldier knelt outside the door and shouted loudly, "The three bridal palanquins sent by the Qingluan Kingdom were ambushed by assassins from the Blue-Robed Kingdom on their way, but..."
With a crisp sound, Huima angrily crushed his wine cup. Although he was extremely unwilling to marry into the Qingluan Kingdom, having the bride of a nation's ruler snatched away midway was an immense humiliation.
He glared furiously and shouted, "Luo Leng is so audacious! If I don't avenge this grudge, I, Gongsun Huima, will not be human!"
Chuan slightly furrowed her brows, a hint of barely perceptible jealousy flashing in her eyes. However, she quickly concealed it and gently signaled for the soldier to continue.
The soldier continued, "However, our spies reported that none of the brides in the three palanquins are the princess herself. Right now, Prince Luo Leng is furious and beside himself with rage."
"Hah," Huima completely overlooked the jealousy in Chuan's eyes and smiled slightly as he said with interest, "This Wen Qing'er seems quite intriguing."
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