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"Your Highness, the coffin of the Princess of Qincheng has arrived outside the camp." Inside the main tent of the Exiled Nation, a man in silver armor bowed and reported to the person above him.
At the head of the tent sat a man dressed in black. His hair was tied up high, and he had a tall and upright posture, lazily leaning against a soft couch while playing with a uniquely shaped small knife. Upon hearing this, he lazily raised his head and glanced sideways at his subordinate, "Oh, the coffin?"
His voice was magnetic and pleasant to hear, but upon closer listening, one could detect a chilling coldness within that magnetism—a bone-deep coldness that was unfathomable.
One would expect that someone with such a stature and voice would have an appealing appearance; however, when he lifted his head, it became apparent that he wore an extremely fierce mask. The sight was shocking and terrifying because the mask was truly horrifying—black with bizarre patterns etched into it, set against his face. Particularly striking were the eyes revealed beneath the mask, sharp as blades and exuding an intimidating chill. Just one glance sent shivers down one's spine, leaving no room for thoughts other than fear.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes; it is indeed a coffin."
"Otherwise, that old bastard didn't deceive this king?" The Jin Wang stood up, revealing not only his tall stature but also his remarkable presence. Even standing still, he seemed extraordinary. His voice was melodious despite its bone-chilling coldness. "Find someone to draw a portrait of Nie Qincheng. This king wants to verify personally. If that old bastard dares to play tricks on this king, hmph, this king will immediately destroy his lair."
"Understood."
*
The coffin wrapped in white silk stopped outside the camp as two armies faced each other. The King of Chaoyang looked at his daughter's coffin being opened with a face full of sorrow.
The Jin Wang cast a faint glance at him; his expression was obscured by the mask. A soldier brought over a portrait, which the King of Chaoyang took and opened. His eyes immediately filled with pain as he looked at Mu Changqing, his voice filled with hatred: "There is no need for Jin Wang to doubt; even if I disregard my life, she is still my daughter. I would never joke about my daughter's life."
Mu Changqing smiled lightly and replied, "A life exchanged for a country—this deal is undoubtedly advantageous for you, King of Chaoyang. Do not think you can take advantage while pretending to be virtuous."
"You—"
The Prince of Chaoyang was furious, but he was held back by the Chancellor beside him, who hurriedly advised, "Your Majesty, given the circumstances, for the sake of the people of Tiandu City and the Moon Cherry Dynasty, please endure this!"
The Prince's face turned red and pale with anger, but he could only endure as he watched his daughter's coffin being pried open.
Mu Changqing glanced at him and then stepped forward toward the coffin.
Just one glance, and even someone who had seen countless beauties like him was stunned into place by the sight of the girl before him.
Inside the coffin lay a girl dressed in a green gauze dress, full of vitality. She wore light makeup, her skin as white as morning clouds reflecting snow, her eyebrows long like ink, her nose delicate and straight, and her lips like red jade—a rare beauty. Her figure was also graceful; though only fifteen years old, she had already grown into a stunning form. Mu Changqing's gaze traveled from her head down to her feet, pausing momentarily before finally settling on her neck.
The bruises on her neck were particularly conspicuous, clearly indicating she had hanged herself. A cold glint appeared in Mu Changqing's eyes as he turned to look at the people behind him and said, "Sign the agreement."
Immediately, someone brought the agreement over to the Prince of Chaoyang.
Mu Changqing shifted his gaze back to the girl in the coffin, lightly lifting her sleeve with his fingertips. His eyes fell on a deep red mark on her arm and he sneered coldly, "Even in death, you are still my woman. In this lifetime, you cannot escape."
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened. Before he could react, the seemingly lifeless girl shot up at an incredible speed. By the time he realized what was happening, a sharp weapon was already pressed against his neck. Panic erupted around them as he raised his eyes to see the girl's stunning face up close. Despite her youth showing in her features, her bright eyes now glinted with coldness, as if she would take his life at any moment if he moved. She lowered her voice and said, "Tell your people to back off, or I will kill you!"
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