The Wrong Princess

He was the wise and mighty new emperor. He was the valiant God of War, the Fourth Prince. After the former emperor’s death, before the new emperor had taken the throne, the two most powerful men in the Kingdom of Tianqi sat facing one another. “I intend to marry Commandery Princess Shumin and make her my empress.” Staring in astonishment at the tenderness and love in his imperial brother’s eyes, feelings he had never seen there before, the Fourth Prince teased, “Then I must congratulate you, Imperial Brother.” The new emperor ascended the throne. The former emperor’s final decree stipulated that the new emperor must marry the chancellor’s eldest daughter as his empress, while Commandery Princess Shumin, daughter of Prince Jing’an, was to be wed to the Fourth Prince as his principal consort. The decree struck both men like a bolt from the blue. Meanwhile, inside Prince Jing’an’s estate, a certain someone was happily munching on snacks, gazing at the eunuch who had come to announce the decree with bright, limpid eyes. She rolled her eyes and said, “Damn it, they’ve just casually settled this commandery princess’s whole future! The late emperor had such awful character, didn’t he?” Shumin, Shumin. This Commandery Princess Shumin may be quick-witted, but as for being refined… All she wanted was to spend her life as a brainless young lady, eating, lounging around, and waiting for death, with a mind almost entirely empty. But… Never mind. This doesn’t seem to get in the way of her original plan to keep eating, lounging around, and waiting for death. She’ll do whatever she wants, as long as no one picks a fight with her. Uh, well, your darling couldn’t help herself and started another new novel, hehe. Please show it some support~ The Phoenix Emperor’s Empress: http://read.xxsy.net/info/343884.html By the Bridge of Helplessness, she stood facing him and said, “Thank you, A Rong, for shielding Lu Yao from the storms for twenty years, and for never letting go until the very end. If there is another life, I hope… we never meet again.” She raised the bowl of Granny Meng’s soup to her lips, drank it, and turned to cross the bridge without looking back, leaving only the words “never meet again” to echo beside the Bridge of Helplessness.