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True False Princess: After the False Princess Died, I Became the Only Princess
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I am the only princess of the Tang Dynasty, yet I have fallen to the streets to beg for a living.
One day, as I was begging as usual, a sudden commotion caught my attention. I looked up to see a magnificent carriage slowly approaching, surrounded by a grand entourage.
"Which theater troupe is this? What a lavish display!" I muttered curiously to myself.
The carriage came to a stop in front of me, and the curtain was drawn back, revealing a face that exuded both authority and kindness.
I was taken aback; although I had never seen this face before, its innate dignity and nobility filled me with awe.
"Who are you?" I asked tentatively.
"Child, I am your father," the man said gently, his eyes filled with excitement and joy as he looked at me.
I was stunned. Father? That word felt too distant and unfamiliar to me.
I glanced down at my tattered clothes and dirty hands, then looked back at the luxurious carriage and its attendants, a complex emotion surged within me.
"It can't be; how could I possibly be a princess?" I murmured to myself.
"Child, you truly are our daughter." At that moment, a gentle voice spoke up. I turned to see a beautifully dressed woman gazing at me with love in her eyes. "Years ago, due to a rebellion, you were lost among the common people. We have searched for you for many years."
I stood there, looking at the two people before me, an inexplicable sense of familiarity washing over me. Could they really be my parents? Am I truly a princess?
"Child, come back to the palace with us," my father extended his hand, looking at me tenderly.
I hesitated for a moment but ultimately reached out and took his hand. In that instant, I felt a warmth and sense of security that I had longed for.
Thus, I transformed from a street beggar into the princess of the Tang Dynasty. And this was merely the first step of my plan.
Inside the Tang palace.
"Princess, what is wrong?" A clear voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see a young woman in palace maid attire looking at me with concern.
"It's nothing," I replied lightly with a smile. "What is your name?"
"Replying to the princess, this servant is called Xiao Lian," she answered respectfully.
I nodded slightly, signaling her to withdraw.
Xiao Lian hesitated for a moment before finally turning to leave. I watched her retreating figure, a surge of complex emotions rising within me. Although I now possessed endless wealth and glory, I had lost the freedom and joy I once had.
"Little sister, I heard you returned, so I came to offer my blessings," a lavishly dressed woman entered. She looked at me with a feigned smile plastered on her face.
"Your Highness, this is the daughter of the illustrious General Xue, Xue Fu," someone introduced her. I remembered seeing her portrait when Xiao Lian was showing me the palace roster. Xue Fu—this name sounded familiar. Unfortunately, I couldn't recall it at that moment.
Having grown up as a street urchin, my happiest days were spent with my adoptive parents. Selling pancakes together, they would use their meager earnings to buy me candy, fly kites with me, and shower me with love that felt as heavy as a mountain.
When I was eight years old, a man on a tall horse wielding a sword came to our neighborhood in search of an assassin. He failed to catch the assassin but vented his anger on my adoptive parents. When the blade pierced their chests, my childhood came to an abrupt end. From that day forward, I began a life of wandering and hardship.
I would remember that man's face and name for the rest of my life. Xue Chang—he was the son of the renowned General Xue and had a sister named Xue Fu. Suddenly, the image of that blood-soaked face from the day my adoptive parents were murdered flashed in my mind; it looked exactly like this person before me.
Detestable.
I had finally found my enemy.
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