Yan Ning was born in troubled times and grew up in prosperous times. She was the posthumous daughter of the famous Marquis Xu An Yuan who was granted the title of Langlangju. She was brought into the palace to be raised by the queen at the age of six, and was granted the title of princess at the age of sixteen. She should have lived a happy and worry-free life, but instead she fell in love with the prince who had protected her since she was a child and talked about borders with her childhood sweetheart.
On the day when the prince chose his concubine, she saw the prince looking at the portraits of many noble ladies and said without hesitation: "General Su's daughter is gentle and quiet, so she can be the crown prince's main concubine. As for Yan Ning, if she is willing, she can take her as a side concubine."
Yanning, who was hiding behind the pillar, shook her hand and broke the precious jade Ruyi in her hand.
She didn't want to be a concubine, so she took the new champion and knelt in the main hall to ask for a marriage.
But that night, Tan Jiang pushed her against the bed like crazy and sneered: "My brother is not married yet, so Aning is too anxious."
On the day when the Xiongnu envoy came to Chang'an, the Xiongnu envoy asked to marry the princess of Changle, who was famous in the capital.
She looked at Tan Jiang for help, but she saw him raising his wine glass from afar and agreeing with a smile. That was when she realized that she was just a disposable person to him.
On the night she got married to the Xiongnu Chanyu, she was sitting on the bed when she heard someone knocking open the door and opening her red hijab with a long sword.
There was constant fighting outside, and Tan Jiang's body was still stained with the blood of the Xiongnu Chanyu. He held her hand and said with a smile, "Aning, I'm here to pick you up."
Yan Ning raised his eyes and stabbed his chest mercilessly with the dagger in his hand. His eyes were cold and his red lips parted lightly: "Brother, it's too late."
Intention: Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason.
