Summary
I am the famous useless princess of Great Yin, lacking both literary and martial skills, with nothing but a pretty face.
So, with a grand gesture, my wise Imperial Father sent me to the Emperor of Great Qi.
It is said that the sovereign of Qi Kingdom is moody and eccentric, especially fond of killing Beauties-he has slaughtered so many that the Harem now stands empty and deserted.
Qi Yan showed me a fan made from the bones of Beauties. With one hand, he gently rubbed the crown of my head, his expression half-smiling, half-mocking. “Are you afraid? If you’re afraid, you can still run back to Yin Kingdom.”
My hand, gripping his sleeve, trembled slightly, but I still shook my head. “No, I won’t go back.”
Qi Yan pressed his hand down on my head. “Oh? Why not?”
I met his slightly narrowed gaze and said, “Too lazy to run…”
Qi Yan: “…”
Honestly, running from Qi back to Yin is exhausting.