A Donzela da Flor de Pêssego Vai Cancelar o Noivado, Forçada a se Tornar Imperatriz Ela Chora
【Romance histórico emocionante + intensamente satisfatório + disputa pelo poder + ascensão ao trono】Para realizar o último desejo de sua mãe, ele abandonou as artes marciais para se dedicar à literatura, gastou toda sua fortuna para apoiar a família de sua noiva, mas acabou sendo traído cruelmente. “O marido de Si Tu Luo Yue deve ser como irmão Ling Yun, um general famoso em todo o mundo, e não como você, Liang Xiao, um estudioso fraco e inútil!” Determinado, Liang Xiao virou as costas e iniciou seu caminho rumo à disputa pelo domínio da China Central. Eu abandonei as artes marciais por você, mas isso não significa que não posso empunhar uma arma! Um general famoso em todo o mundo não se compara a mim, que estabelecerei meu império na China Central e ascendereis ao trono supremo.
A Donzela da Flor de Pêssego Vai Cancelar o Noivado, Forçada a se Tornar Imperatriz Ela Chora
The Year 10 of the Taixing Era, Wu Dynasty.
Early winter, the cold wind cut like a knife.
In the main hall of the Liang Mansion, Liang Xiao carefully brewed tea for his fiancée, Situ Luoyue.
Situ Luoyue wore a battle robe as fiery as flame but sat still, gazing at Liang Xiao, hesitating to speak.
“Luoyue, you’ve worked hard this past year,” Liang Xiao said.
Last year, when the Xiongnu invaded southward, Luoyue’s father went with the army to guard the border, and she followed to the front lines to manage logistics.
Until this year, when the barbarian tribes retreated, the father and daughter finally returned to the capital with the army to report back.
Hearing Liang Xiao’s praise, Situ Luoyue remained unmoved.
A brief silence filled the room.
Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Liang Xiao set down the teapot and looked up at her.
In his view was also the fire rising from the brazier, barely bringing warmth.
She exuded heroic spirit, yet her face was icy cold, chilling his heart.
“Luoyue, given our relationship, is there anything you can’t tell me?” Liang Xiao asked, puzzled.
Finally, Luoyue’s expression softened.
“Liang Xiao, you know that over the past year, my father and I have been defending the border, and we’ve met many heroes and outstanding men.”
Liang Xiao noticed she no longer called him “Brother Liang Xiao,” his heart tingling with suspicion. He nodded slightly, waiting for her to continue.
“This year, Brother Ling Yun single-handedly charged into the Xiongnu ca
