On the Day of the Political Marriage, I Flattened the Enemy Kingdom With My Pregnant Belly

The Kingdom of Nanyue, the Golden Throne Hall. The air in the hall was stifling. The cloying sweetness of dragon’s-breath incense mingled with a faint trace of blood, seeping into everyone’s nostrils. The envoy from Beilin stood in the middle of the hall, the snow wolves embroidered on his brocade robe baring their fangs. “Our emperor has heard that Princess Ling Xiaoxiao, the Seventh Princess of Nanyue, is virtuous and talented. He has therefore come to ask for her hand in marriage, so our two nations may join in kinship.” He paused, surveying the silent court officials. “Oh, and we’ve also heard that Her Highness is already pregnant. Our emperor is generous and will not quibble over such minor details. He is willing to accept her all the same.” At his words, a deathly silence fell over the hall.