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Chanyu of Mobei
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I propped my heavy head up and slowly crawled out of the tent.
As soon as I poked my head out, I was greeted by a sight that made me freeze: a row of Macho Men!
They were all burly, with thick necks and broad shoulders, each one sporting a curved dagger at their waist. The overwhelming smell of mutton wafted towards me, so strong that I could smell it from three miles away, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust.
With a frown on my face, I quickly retreated back into the tent without hesitation.
Next, I began to look around, only to realize that this was not my cozy little camping tent at all, but rather a lavishly decorated yurt.
Recalling last night, I remembered that I had simply accompanied a friend on a mountain camping trip. Exhausted, I had fallen asleep almost immediately. In my dreams, I saw the round moon outside the tent, so bright and beautiful that it made me want to reach out and touch it.
Just as I hazily stretched out my hand, a firm grip seized me, and an overwhelming pain shot through my body.
At the same time, a deep voice echoed in my ears: "Qing Shui, Qing Shui..."
Who is Qing Shui? How did I suddenly end up in this godforsaken wilderness?
Most importantly, the slick satin on my body, the heavy jade beads around my neck that felt like they could crush me, and the jingling hairpin on my head all seemed to mockingly say: Congratulations! You are at least a noblewoman now. You don’t have to milk sheep or shovel cow dung, nor do you need to worry about developing a charming sunburn in just three days.
I guess this is a silver lining amidst misfortune. After indulging in self-pity for a moment, I reached for the buttered bread on the table, planning to fill my stomach while contemplating my future plans.
Just as the bread was about to reach my mouth, a man walked in with a sly grin plastered across his face.
This man embodied all my negative stereotypes of masculinity: a balding head, a short, stocky build, and small eyes that nearly disappeared when he smiled.
I shivered involuntarily. Good heavens, is this some kind of joke? The male lead looks like this? I might as well gouge my own eyes out.
“ Grand Empress, did you wake up early today, or did you not sleep at all last night?” He shot me a pointed glance.
My heart sank. Had I been recognized the moment I arrived? What was I going to do?!
Feeling guilty, I lowered my head. In my gloomy thoughts, I noticed a pair of exquisitely crafted sheepskin boots approaching silently.
The person bent down and took my hand.
It was the first time I had seen such hands—distinct knuckles, long and strong, with a slight bronze hue.
Unfortunately, the numerous scars marred their beauty. In that instant, I felt as if they were the hands of a Shura, skilled in killing.
“Qing Shui, is what he said true?”
I turned towards the voice and was met with a face chiseled like stone—stern and cold, with piercing eyes that radiated an imposing imperial aura. Yet this aura was not peaceful; it was filled with ferocity.
“I... I...” Oh dear, I was so nervous I could barely speak. How could they know that I wasn’t actually Qing Shui but merely a woman from the twenty-first century who happened to resemble him?
Seeing my unease, the person tightened his grip on my hand and then turned to the Short Fat Man, coldly asking, “Who else saw Grand Empress meeting with the envoy from the Han Dynasty yesterday?”
The Short Fat Man turned his head and called two men dressed as attendants from outside the tent, expressing his frustration. "These two witnessed Grand Empress secretly meeting with the Han Dynasty's envoy, plotting to let Liu Bang escape. Now, the Battle of Baideng has ended, and Liu Bang has fled. The Empress, driven by her own selfish desires, has squandered our best opportunity to kill the Han Emperor and dominate the world. This is truly an unforgivable crime!"
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