In the 16th year of Qide, Princess Xie Linxi of Changping led her army to the north to destroy the Turks and greatly defeated the royal court.
The day of the victory coincided with the first snowfall in Chang'an City.
On Zhuque Street, the Imperial Guard cleared the way for several miles. Xie Linxi rode past, his robes flying with the snowflakes, his majestic appearance.
The viewers all looked sideways: "Of the four sons of the saint, the one who resembles the saint the most should be Princess Changping."
Outside the imperial city, Ling Jing, the imperial censor, was greeted by hundreds of officials. He was as tall as ever and as gentle as before.
Seeing it from afar, Xie Linxi remembered that night when the spring breeze blew once again.
She reined in her horse and asked with a smile: "How did Ling Yushi think about that incident back then?"
Ling Jing raised her eyes slightly, her expression calm.
Before the long-delayed promise came out, Xie Linxi said again, "But now I can't promise anything else."
She chuckled, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "If Ling Yushi is still willing, can you condescend to be a concubine?"
Ling Jing laughed angrily.
If he remembered correctly, what Xie Linxi asked at the beginning was "Are you willing to join the princess's mansion and become your consort?"
After three years, he can only be an outsider?
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Overhead, imitating the early Tang Dynasty, the period of the Empress.
Shuangjie, He.
(This version was written on August 25, 2026 and has been archived.)
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