The Legend of the Beautiful Lady: an Empress

There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country. Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by! ———————————— □□ On the first day of the first month of the fifth year of Zhaorui, on that day, my glory reached its peak. The young emperor married his bride, the only daughter of the current prime minister, An Xuelian, in the snow. I have always thought that my name is good and makes people feel pity when they hear it. Therefore, I have always been favored by others and treated like a treasure. Even on the day I got married, God seemed to be particularly blessed. There was an unusual heavy snowfall, and the road was covered with white. The ceremony was gorgeous and grand, and the noisy atmosphere seemed to render the snow all over the world colorful. I remember what my mother told me before I came out of the throne. Many emperors only made the original crown princess their queen when they succeeded to the throne. But now, I am the queen who was married as the first emperor by the current emperor. I am afraid that the glory of women has reached its extreme... The female officer guided me forward, and the gorgeous red gauze covered my face. Everything was just hazy, and my eyes were filled with only this extremely arrogant red. The road was not long, but it seemed like I had walked almost half a lifetime. Through the hijab, I vaguely saw a figure walking across the opposite side, and a person held my hand. Just holding it gently, I still felt warmth in the cold weather, faintly passing through my fingers. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew, yes, it was him, the person I would be tied to for the rest of my life, the eldest emperor, Xuanyuan Chongxian. That year, I was 19 and he was only 18. ———————————————————— Love and politics, which one is more important? Xue Lian, you are destined to be favored by God. You must go to the highest place and look down at the world from a high place. ———————————————————— For stories about Chongxian's father's generation, please read "Zhi·Rumengling: Flowers Fall Like a Dream", Danmei Thank you A for the cover The article I am serializing is about to be completed (but the style does not seem to be very similar to this article = =): Intention: