Princess Gurun Chunxi

The companion story, "Princess Gurun Chunke," is complete! The eldest princess, who spends her days praying to Buddha and eating vegetarian food, has been betrothed to a Mongolian man. Word has it that this Mongolian man is fierce and brutish, rough and wild. The eldest princess's heart turned cold. Before her wedding, she had three precious things prepared. First, a strip of white cloth to blindfold herself. Whether the Mongolian man was slaughtering people or sheep, she would be spared the sight. Second, half a cart of soybeans. There was more grass than vegetables on the Mongolian plains, so if all else failed, she could at least grow some bean sprouts. Third, plenty of fine wine. Her nursemaid said Mongolian men didn't know how to be gentle, and that the deed hurt terribly, so she planned to drink for courage. Yet after decades of marriage, none of the princess's treasures ever came in handy. The cloth rotted, the soybeans went moldy, and the wine went down the Mongolian man's throat. When drunk, he would tenderly call her Qiqige, call her Wuleng. These were sweet words that belonged only to the great grasslands. Reader's notes: 1. The ending is fictionalized, so don't nitpick the history. 2. If it's not your thing, click X. 3. This is not a wish-fulfillment novel. ----The companion story next door, "Princess Gurun Chunke," is complete.---- The next book will be "For the Empress." If you're interested, add it to your favorites from my author page. In her third year in the palace, Gao Huiyi finally shed her arrogance and learned how to be a virtuous empress worthy of ruling the realm. She also gave birth to the emperor's legitimate eldest son, safe and sound. On the day the child was named crown prince, Gao Huiyi was in high spirits and had a few too many drinks. That night. With bleary, drunken eyes, Gao Huiyi lay inside the brocade canopy, patting a pillow as if it were her child. She muttered on and on, "My child, at last I have something to look forward to. I wonder when that great monk will die. If he doesn't, he can just keep being a monk... Mm, tomorrow I'll secretly send a big wooden fish to the Hall of Supreme Polarity again. I refuse to believe that bastard won't be tempted!" "Clang!" The Yuanjia Emperor had just walked in when he accidentally pulled down a golden curtain hook. After he returned to secular life and ascended the throne, he welcomed her, a woman notorious for her arrogance, into the palace as his empress. Over three years of marriage, they had quarreled and fought. He watched her stumble her way toward earning a reputation for virtue, while she watched him learn to govern and rein in the court. Now, they had both grown. They no longer quarreled, treated each other with mutual respect, and had a child. They truly seemed perfectly matched. He had always believed that she was satisfied with him, too. Until he overheard what she muttered while drunk. Theme: To be added