I Swear To Lead A Quiet Life of Peace. I Wish You Well, My Beloved. (Part 1)

　　Three years ago at Nanjing, as well.

　　On the joyous day of Princess Jingan's wedding, she sat upright in her room. The maids combed her hair and applied her makeup. With them moving about, it was akin to a school of fish that was forever moving. The maid who combed her hair watched her grow up and loved her most. When she looked at Princess Jingan's demeanour with her head down, waiting to be married, the maid's was filled with joy and sweetness.

　　"You are finally getting married, Your Highness. His Majesty dotes on you the most among the three Princesses. Your fuma is said to be a man of the highest calibre who is talented in both literacy and martial arts. You truly are blessed with boundless fortune, Your Highness."

　　A low-ranking maid added, "My, I personally saw him. He fought seven men on his own, yet utterly defeated them without them having any chance of countering."

　　"Look at our Princess. She is blus.h.i.+ng as soon as we mentioned marriage. She must be tired of our nonsense and eager to see Fuma. Fuma is opposite you. You will have plenty of time to spend with each other. There is no need to be hasty now."

　　"Don't make things up…" Princess Jingan's face was red. She thoughtlessly waved her hands around. She bashfully said, "Every girl has to get married when she grows up. Whoever father chooses for me would definitely be a good candidate. I don't have anything to say about it."

　　Princess Hongzhuang wore a gentle smile. Her soft snow white skin looked as if she had a layer of lotion applied to it, giving it an entrancing red tinge. The shyest new bride probably didn't feel as unsettled as her. However, at the top of her rosy cheeks was a pair of dark black eyes that gazed at the maids around. Her black eyes looked so profound and deep as though there was no telling where the end was, yet at the same time, exuded a cold and lonely vibe found in the sky late at night in cemeteries. She looked at the maids' gazes. She gazed at them as though she was scanning some sort of unmoving, lifeless flower that was a waste of time to gaze at. Or perhaps more accurately, she gazed at them as if they were corpses.

　　From Jingan's viewpoint, the maids were no different to the dead.

　　Fuma Jingan, Ming Feizhen, was currently in the opposite make-up room getting ready as she was. He changed into his clothes as the groom. As a fuma essentially marries into the bride's family, she would still rank higher than him after marriage. As a result, even though he was marrying her, he had to move into her manor.

　　Jingan considered him, Fuma Jingan, a corpse as she did with everyone else.

　　From the very beginning, Jingan's was determined to recruit Mount Daluo's skilled martial artists; however, she was unable to find out anything from two Mount Daluo disciples she once captured. What she wanted to know was probably only something the patriarch of Mount Daluo would be able to tell her.

　　Thus, Jingan commanded skilled martial artists to search for Mount Daluo's patriarch, Ming Huayu. When she found out he came to the capital, she arranged a fated encountered between the two. With her beauty that was able to take down cities, Ming Huayu immediately fell for her and couldn't escape.