Flor de Pessego a Cavalo é Majestosa
[Força Dupla + Intriga Palaciana + Retaliação + Casamento Substituído + Amor Pós-Casamento + Mulher Vestida de Homem + Queimar a Esposa] Eu sou Feng Ruting, a morte da minha irmã enche meu coração de ódio. Eu retiro o uniforme militar e entro no palácio como noiva substituta, o que contam aquelas piadas? Eu abro uma carnificina no palácio para vingar minha irmã. O imperador? Ele é irrelevante para mim, eu não me entrego por favores. Após vingar o grande ódio, eu parto com estilo, aquele imperador idiota ainda vem me implorar, que ridículo, eu o chuti para longe com um pé, e por acaso levei suas belas do harém, elas me seguem, sempre melhor do que ficar ao lado desse imperador idiota. Afinal, eu sou o jovem general que abala os quatro cantos, o deus da guerra Shura.
Flor de Pessego a Cavalo é Majestosa
I will take my sister’s place and enter the palace as empress.
Feng Ruqing’s voice was cold as a blade, made all the more chilling by the brilliant red wedding robe she wore.
Within the Feng family ancestral hall, sandalwood incense curled in wisps, yet it could not dispel the heaviness and oppression hanging in the air.
With only one hour left before the auspicious hour, the entire Feng household was in chaos, and the source of it all was Feng Ruqing’s earthshaking declaration.
Three days earlier, Feng Ruge, the Feng family’s second daughter and the empress personally chosen by the emperor, had fallen victim to murder on the eve of her wedding. By the time she was found, her life had long since been extinguished.
Feng Ruqing, the Feng family’s eldest daughter, had spent years on the battlefield. She had once charged alone into the enemy ranks as though walking through empty streets.
Her spear was stained with the blood of her enemies, and her name alone struck terror into hostile hearts.
Now, having shed her armor and donned phoenix coronet and bridal veil, she had resolutely chosen to take her sister’s place and step onto the unknown road leading into the depths of the imperial court.
“Miss... this... this must not be!” the old steward cried miserably, his voice trembling. “You are a general. How could you enter the palace as empress? That is against all reason!”
Whispers rose around them like a tide. Some suspected Feng Ruqing coveted the throne; some feared that her recklessness would bring ruin upon the Feng fami
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