The Princess Returns to the Capital, and the Princes Cry, Calling Her Great-Aunt

Ming Zhu was a princess of such seniority in the imperial clan that even the emperor had to call her grandaunt. She had shaved the Grand Princess's head bald and broken a prince's leg, yet a lowborn nobody had managed to cuckold her. That so-called Marquis's illegitimate daughter looked down at her from on high and said she didn't mind taking Ming Zhu as a concubine. Ming Zhu gave a cold laugh. She was a legitimate member of the imperial bloodline, recorded in the royal genealogy, and they thought she was fit only to be a concubine? Ming Zhu decisively changed out of her plain clothes, donned fine silk, and made a grand return to the capital! If they loved throwing their weight around, she'd give them what they wanted! But why did the person standing in court, gazing at her with a smile, look so familiar? The ugly orphan who had once stood in front of her and taken an arrow for her, supposedly dying in the process, had transformed into the chief director of a bureau. Lin Wuzheng: “Your Majesty, I wish to ease your burdens. I ask to marry Princess Mingzhu, take command of the Imperial Guard, and safeguard our realm.” The emperor was greatly pleased and waved his hand to grant the request. After they married, Ming Zhu gritted her teeth and asked him, “Did you marry me for the Imperial Guard?” Lin Wuzheng: “If you want the throne, Princess, I'll gladly serve as your vanguard. All I ask is to make you happy.”