I thought I was going to marry the Khan King of Sesha.
When I returned from Yanyan, I left Nanyan's Begonia and my seventeen-year career as a princess behind.
The fate of the married princess is clearly written in the history books.
Arrows were raining down in the canyon. The guard captain named Ayi stood in front of me. He used his scimitar to deflect the arrows and said, "I will take you through alive." He pulled me out of the mud at the edge of the swamp, his palms burning.
I thought he was a handsome young man, and the heartbeat of the life-and-death journey was the budding love of a young girl.
Later I found out that she was a woman. She was the princess of Saisha. She disguised herself as a man and joined the wedding team just to protect me. I pushed that feeling back to the bottom of my heart and told myself that this was okay.
But if you suppress it an inch, it will grow three feet.
On the wedding day, King Khan died in battle, and she seized the throne with a sword, staining the hall with blood. When the whole court was in an uproar, I stood up and knelt down to worship the new king.
In fact, the one I kneel to is not the new king, but the one who holds my whole heart.
I didn't care so much whether my name would be left in the history books of Nanyan, because later she told me that there would definitely be a page about me in the history books of Sesha.
My name is Zongzheng Chunyin. I come from a very far away place. I come here for the prosperity and peace of the world, and also to meet you.
Naianle Douteti × Zongzheng Junyin
This article is written from the third person perspective of Zongzheng Junyin.
The revised version will be updated soon!
Intention: Two women stand side by side under the heavy burden of family, country and world