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The road to Donghu was not particularly difficult, but just the thought of Mao Dun's troubled face made my heart ache.
Dressed in a deep red bridal gown, I sat in the carriage, my fingers unconsciously digging into my palm, drawing blood.
Heaven help me, let me return to his side soon!
"I told you, you will be the Empress of my Donghu People, not his Mao Dun." It was indeed him— The Bearded Wanderer, disguised as the Donghu King. Even without the fake beard, he still looked like a complete fool.
I lifted my gaze and looked deeply at him, offering a gentle smile.
"Mao Dun is a parricide and matricide, cruel and debauched. I have long had intentions to leave; it seems… Donghu is truly a wonderful place!"
My smile, as radiant as a hundred blooming flowers, indeed captivated the Donghu King. He threw his head back and laughed heartily, immediately instructing those around him to prepare for the wedding and welcome Mao Dun's Empress.
Leaning against the soft couch, I rested my forehead on my hand, waiting for the sky to darken. Outside the felt tent were lively songs and the flickering shadows of bonfires.
Yet the Donghu King was still delayed. Greed knows no bounds; he must have sent envoys to Mao Dun with new demands, and that fatal condition was over a thousand miles of land.
I could almost envision Mao Dun raising his blade and cleaving that envoy in two. I had always said that his hands, with their distinct knuckles, were truly hands of a demon.
Estimating that it was about time, I lifted the tent flap and saw a blaze ignite against the dark sky. The intoxicated Donghu People paid no mind at all.
"Donghu children, it's time to revel!"
I lit the felt tent with a candleholder while shouting for help and dashed towards the stables. As I led out Black Moon, I also set all the horses free.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the Donghu camp; horses neighed and people shouted in disarray.
"It's over! The Xiongnu are coming!"
Someone shouted in alarm.
Indeed, Mao Dun had sent troops over.
I chuckled to myself as I rode Black Moon at breakneck speed towards my beloved—towards Mao Dun.
The sudden night raid wiped out the small nation of Donghu, and even the Greater Yuezhi began to regard Mao Dun Chanyu with caution.
As I brushed against Black Moon, Mao Dun, still clad in his armor, laughed heartily and embraced me from behind, his warm breath brushing against the back of my head.
"You clever little sprite, are you still the Princess Qing Shui I know?" I put down the brush in dissatisfaction. "So, do you prefer the old me or the current me?"
This question stumped Mao Dun. He furrowed his handsome brows, pressed his lips together, and then gently sighed, "As long as it's you, I like all of you."
I couldn't help but want to ask if he would still love me as before if I were not Qing Shui.
But as the words hung on my lips, I hesitated, fearing that the answer might not be what I hoped for.
I flicked my little whip and strolled across the grassland.
Not far away, a yellow-robed slave approached with a smile. "The Empress and the Great Chanyu seem to be getting along better and better. When will there be a little one to play with me?"
"A… a little one?"
My face must have turned as red as a ripe fruit, stammering and unsure how to respond.
The stable boy holding Black Moon's reins looked up at me with wide eyes. "Yes, yes! Empress, recently the Greater Yuezhi has been restless. The Great Chanyu has already decided to send his elite troops. I'm just afraid..."
Sending elite troops on such a complicated journey—why not wait for them to come to us?
A thought crossed my mind, and I eagerly shared this idea with Mao Dun.
"Drawing the enemy in is a good strategy, but I'm afraid it might backfire," he waved his hand dismissively, a hint of worry crossing his face.
I persisted in my persuasion, confidently declaring that I would ensure the Greater Yuezhi would go without return.
The first step was to hold our ground and lure them deeper.
I sat cross-legged in the tent for less than half a month when the Greater Yuezhi indeed came knocking at our door—three hundred thousand troops advancing toward the Xiongnu in an overwhelming tide.
I said to Mao Dun, "Just continue training the soldiers; preparing for battle is the priority."
He looked at me with skepticism, but unable to argue further, he could only watch coldly from the sidelines.
The next step was to spread the word that the lands traversed by the Yuezhi army had been cursed by the Xiongnu. Once they set foot there, they would either die or be injured.
Upon hearing this news, Mao Dun asked me seriously, "Qing Shui, what are you playing at? What kind of curse is so powerful?"
I sighed inwardly; there was no such thing as a curse in this world—just schemes and tricks.
"Tian Ji must not be revealed. In less than a month, the results will be clear."
"Is that true?"
I nodded heavily; I was willing to risk everything for him.
Sure enough, a month later, a yellow robe slave rushed in joyfully and exclaimed, "Empress, your curse really worked! Half of the Greater Yuezhi soldiers have fallen ill, and Great Chanyu has led his army westward. The Greater Yuezhi have suffered a great defeat!"
"Excellent!"
I snapped my fingers and jumped down from the soft couch.
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