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  Facing everyone's gaze, Lang Ling Wang furrowed his brow, and at this time, Zheng Yu gasped and opened his mouth, "Gao Chang Gong, don't force me!"

  Her cheeks twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at the King of Lanling with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her voice was hoarse, but she spoke in a low tone: "Gao Zhanggong, you buried her with royal honors. If this were anyone else, it would be enough to turn kin into sworn enemies. But me? I've been holding back our clansmen from demanding justice from you. I told them not to worry, that Zhanggong was just too heartbroken, and if letting him have his way could bring him some comfort, then so be it."

  In reality, the actual fact is that the tomb was only planned, and the complete cemetery had not yet started construction. As for where Zhang Ji's remains were placed, whether east, west, south or north, it would have to wait until the cemetery was completed before it could be said to be good. Therefore, as long as Zheng Yu held a grander funeral after a hundred years, or when the cemetery was completed and left space on the true eastern side, that day Gao Changgong's behavior would just be considered youthful recklessness.

  No matter what, this matter is a great shame for her and a thorough humiliation for her family. If it weren't for the fact that the imperial court was in the midst of a power shift, the Zheng clan would never have let Gao Zhanggong off so lightly.

  Zheng You's tears flowed freely, and in her pain, her fingernails pierced through her palms.

  She stared at Prince Langling with wide eyes, and after wiping away a few tears and nosebleeds, Zheng Yu finally calmed down.

  She lowered her eyes and said as gently as possible: "Chang Gong, since Zhang Ji is not dead, don't be sad anymore, go back to the palace... When I find Zhang Ji, I will definitely ask the empress dowager to make her a concubine. At that time, my sister and I will get along with each other, serve you together, and let you have no more worries, okay?"

  When he said this, Zheng Yu was in tears, and his expression was more than just pleading?

  Lanling King didn't say a word, Zheng Yu continued to speak softly and gently: "If Zhang Ji still doesn't want to, I'm willing to give up this queen's position." She looked at him with infinite devotion and said softly again: "As long as I can be by your side, even if it's just as a concubine, Ah Yu will also be happy."

  This is a concession that has been reduced to dust.

  He said those words. Zheng Yu held her breath.

  She waited for him with joy, waiting for his consent!

  She thought he would be delighted and grateful. Any man in the world, hearing her words, would be delighted and grateful.

  As she gazed at the King of Lanling with tender infatuation, Zheng Yu's eyes could see the crowd surrounding her, all of whom were casting sympathetic glances in her direction.

  Empress Lü back then also yielded her position as empress. But that one yielding of hers won her a lifetime.

  She will be too!

  Would she, a noble lady of the state of Qi, and her husband, who is renowned for his virtues, really tolerate a lowly concubine rising above her to become her mistress?

  So when Zheng Yu said this, he had no burden.

  The King of Lanling also noticed that there were more and more onlookers.

  He glanced at Zheng Yu, his face cold and calm as he said slowly: "Ayu has something to say, must it be said in this public place?" Frowning. The King of Lanling was a bit impatient, feeling that her voice was too loud when she spoke these words.

  Seeing Zheng Yu frozen again, he turned his head and shouted loudly, "Disperse!" As he shouted, he had already ridden his horse out of the crowd!

  As Lanling King was about to leave, Zheng Yu quietly poked the maid beside him.

  The maid reacted and immediately shouted at the back of Langya Wang, "Your Highness, you haven't answered the princess's question yet."

  The crowd let out a small cheer.

  The King of Lanling stopped in his tracks, looking at the crowd around him. His eyebrows furrowed, annoyance brewing inside.

  When the maid servant shouted for the second time, Prince Langling turned his head around.

  He glanced at the maid, turned his head and stared straight at Zheng Yu. He kept staring at her, staring until Zheng Yu couldn't bear it anymore. When she lowered her head uncomfortably, she slowly shook her head and said in a low voice: "I can't... Ah Yu, I can't."

  Having said that, he let out a loud whoop and rode off at full gallop.

  In the sound of horseshoes, a figure in black robes, Langling Wang hastily departed.

  In the resplendent spring light, his figure was so tall and majestic, so proud and arrogant, that it made her dizzy with infatuation.

  She had always known that he was a man of deep emotions. Such a magnificent, majestic and handsome man, unparalleled in the entire country! If it weren't for Zhang Ji, all his tenderness and passion would have been hers, belonging to her alone!

  How hateful is that Zhang Jie...

  As Zheng Yu's eyes shone with tears watching the back of Langling Wang, there was a flurry of discussion all around.

  "She is truly a virtuous and righteous woman."

  "What a noble lady, for the sake of her husband's family, she is willing to give up the position of queen, how lofty is her character?"

  "Yes, she's indeed a rare good woman... That King of Lanling is truly unaware of his blessings."

  "She is indeed a devoted person. With her family background and appearance, if she were willing to remarry, not to mention becoming someone's legitimate wife, even marrying another king as his queen would be suitable. But she would rather be a concubine than leave Langling King, truly deep in love and loyalty."

  The accusations against King Langling came one after another, and Zheng Yu slowly lowered his head.

  She used this action to cover up the smile on her face.

  In this country where noblewomen are basically equal to their husbands, it is a common thing for noblewomen to remarry two or three times. For example, after Gao Yang's death, his consort, Empress Duan, remarried and became the wife of Tang Shangshu. Another example is that of Yang Zhiyuan during the Jin dynasty, who was first an empress of a previous emperor and then became the empress of the next emperor.

  Zheng Yu could have married into a prestigious family as a young unmarried woman and lived a life of glory, just like the King of Lanling's concubine.

  This is not the Southern Chen State. The noble ladies here are mostly from Xianbei, and under their leadership, there's no such thing as chastity.

  But Zheng Yu didn't think so, and would rather be a concubine to guard Langling Wang, this affection, this nobility and loyalty, made the surrounding people sigh with emotion.

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  In the first month of the 9th day in AD 562, Qi master worshiped at Nanjiao.

  Beiheng Prefecture

  Zhang Qi transformed herself into an ordinary woman with dark skin and a large mole on her nose. Su Wei supported her shoulder, looking her up and down again and again.

  Zhang Yi's appearance is too delicate and soft, it's completely impossible for her to disguise herself as a man. Disguising herself as a woman, she has already reached the maximum degree of ugliness.

  He frowned, apparently still dissatisfied.

  Bei Hengzhou, as a key suspect of Lanling King, guarded the four city gates. They were all black armor guards and bodyguards who had seen Zhang Gui's face.

  In Su Wei's view, Zhang Gui was such a stunning beauty that any husband would be unforgettable at first sight. Could he forget? If he himself could suspect her with one glance, those Black Armor Guards and Imperial Guards could also do so.

  After gazing for a moment, Su Wei said, "Wash your face."

  Zhang Qi looked at him dazedly for a moment, and she, who was used to obeying, still listened and washed the makeup off her face.

  Zhang Yi, with her makeup washed off, looked at him with a delicate and fragile expression.

  Su Wei smiled gently and said in a low voice, "Don't worry. I've already had my friend spread the news in Beishuo State, so many Black Armor Guards have rushed there." He grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, "It's still that old trick of creating a diversion. On this day, apart from Beishuo State, three other major cities will also simultaneously circulate rumors about Zhang Shi Ah Gui being there. And on the four main roads in all directions, an extremely beautiful woman will appear. So, Ah Gui, we'll be able to leave the city smoothly."

  He reached out and wiped away the remaining makeup from Zhang Qi's chin, and Su Wei clapped his hands together. In the crisp sound of the slap, he shouted: "Come in."

  Two tall, high-nosed and deep-eyed foreign women walked in. Ignoring the two women's astonishment, Su Wei pointed at Zhang Qi and started speaking in a tone she had never heard before.

  After he finished, two women walked in, they opened the sheepskin pouches on their bodies, took some powder and applied it to Zhang Qi's face, neck and hands.

  After about half a time, Su Wei said in a low voice: "Alright. A Qi, open your eyes."

  Zhang Qi opened her eyes.

  Su Wei held up a copper mirror in front of her eyes.

  What appeared in her line of sight was a woman with a pale complexion, sunken eyes, dry and cracked lips, barely clinging to life.

  Her head. That glossy black hair was wrapped in a piece of cloth. Looking at the cloth, it seemed to be something worn by the dead.

  Seeing Zhang Qi's confusion, Su Wei ordered: "Bring a coffin over." After the order, he turned to Zhang Qi and explained: "Ah Qi, soon you will be lying in the coffin. Remember, no matter what happens, don't open your eyes."

  He said gently: "Ah Kui's eyes are the most beautiful, but if you close them, it's hard to recognize you."

  Seeing Zhang Qi nodding, Su Wei gestured for the two women to come forward.

  Two women held long white ribbons in their hands, and after wrapping Zhang Gui layer by layer to the left and right, she was wearing a shroud and mourning clothes, looking like a dead person.

  After finishing her makeup, Zhang Qi saw Su Wei staring at herself in a daze, with sadness in his eyes, and couldn't help but call out: "Awei?"

  Her soft cry reminded Su Wei, and he rubbed his face with his hand, muttering: "Ah Qie, you're like this, it scares me..."

  Her voice was like a gentle ripple on water, leaving Zhang Qi stunned and speechless.

  At this time, the coffin had been carried over. Su Wei walked out and made arrangements in a low voice for a while, and Zhang Gui lay down on the coffin.

  The team set off.

  Similarly dressed up, Ah Green, who had completely changed her appearance, walked along the road like an ordinary middle-aged servant.

  Noble son Su Wei, was naturally sitting in the carriage. When this team of over a hundred people passed through the west city gate, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, several cold and dark black guns crossed out, blocking the city gate.

  It is indeed Hei Jia Wei.

  Next to Hei Jia Wei, there were several Xiao Mo who had been sent to Bei Shuo State by Zhan Yan to protect Zhang Yi.

  They went forward together.

  Their eyes quickly swept over a group of tall and powerful men, focusing on the women and the small men.

  He dragged over Ah Lu and the other maids, carefully examining them for a while. He even pulled off their hats and scarves to take a look at their hair. Then, two black-clad guards knocked on the coffin and ordered: "Open it!"

  The young master Su Wei coldly glanced at them a few times before nodding and saying: "Open it."

  "Yes."

  Two guards stepped forward, pulled out the nails of the coffin, and creaked open the lid.

  The coffin was opened, and a pale woman with a weak breath appeared before the crowd. Seeing the black-armored guards staring at her, one of the guards stepped forward and said in a low voice: "My wife has fallen ill, my lord is a man of principle, considering she has served him for many years, he rewarded her with a coffin, just waiting for her to pass away before burying her on the spot."

  Several black-armored guards looked at Su Wei, who was tall and handsome with an extraordinary air, after hearing the words. Then they looked at the woman in the coffin, who was on her last breath and almost a corpse.

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  End of month, asking for pink tickets oh. (None)