The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 154p2

Chapter 154 p2: Taken Home by the Princess (End)-2

The history of the Yu Dynasty recorded that Qin Yang, eldest daughter of Emperor Wende, ascended the throne on November 21st of the third year of Chongxi’s reign, changing the reign title to Qiyuan the following year.

She was the first and only female emperor of the Yu Dynasty, young, energetic, the former Princess Regent, once the most powerful figure in the court.

No one expected this unlikely emperor to usher in an era of prosperity, expanding the Yu Dynasty’s territory and receiving tribute from all nations.

During her reign, her policies ensured the dynasty’s longevity for over a century, an era known as the Qiyuan Golden Age.

In the sixth year of Qiyuan, the deposed emperor, Qin Rui, died in Youquan Palace.

“Your Majesty, the former emperor has passed away.”

When the palace attendant delivered the news, Qin Yang was struggling with the officials’ requests for her to choose an empress.

Seeing that Her Majesty wasn’t getting any younger, and having used various excuses to avoid the issue in previous years, it was time to choose an heir, wasn’t it?

The Qin family truly had a knack for inheriting thrones.

Qin Yang had already decided on her successor, but she couldn’t give birth herself.

She had an empress, although they hadn’t officially held a wedding ceremony yet, and even if she exhausted herself, she couldn’t produce an heir.

Hearing the mention of Youquan Palace, Qin Yang felt a pang of nostalgia, almost forgetting about that person.

Qin Rui, confined to Youquan Palace, had gone mad that night, laughing at everyone, calling himself the fourth prince, and rolling on the ground, asking for his nanny.

Qin Yang didn’t care if he was truly insane or pretending. Having just ascended the throne, she needed to maintain an image of benevolence, not resorting to unnecessary violence, so she spared his life.

Six years had passed since then.

She heard he had climbed onto the roof to catch a bird and fallen to his death, his head hitting a rock, a strange coincidence.

Qin Yang didn’t ask further, ordering him to be buried with the rites of a prince, and the attendant quickly left. The memorials on her desk were an eyesore, and she closed them, tossing them onto the pile of reviewed documents.

Out of sight, out of mind.

A voice announced Tao Ning’s arrival, and she entered the Hall of Deliberations, seeing Qin Yang frowning as she tossed aside a memorial, and she said with a smile, “Who’s bothering you with trivial matters again? Why are you so unhappy?”

Qin Yang shifted slightly, making space for her: “The same old story… Forget it, I don’t want to talk about it, come and see for yourself.”

Tao Ning removed her official hat and sat down beside Qin Yang without hesitation, taking the memorial and glancing at it before closing it with a snap: “Forget it, I can’t read.”

Only the emperor could sit on the dragon throne, any other person doing so would be considered disrespectful.

But no one found this scene strange, the palace staff all looking respectfully at their noses.

Everyone in the court knew that His Majesty favored the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple, who never seemed to get promoted, their relationship like that of husband and wife.

This Junior Minister was also strange, unlike anyone else, close to the emperor, able to calm his anger, said to be his confidante.

But she was different from other imperial favorites, not seeking high positions or titles, content with her position as Junior Minister since her appointment.

She even lived in the former Grand Tutor’s residence, just two streets away from the palace, a simple and modest house, which she had renovated, but it was still far from luxurious, and she had been living there for five or six years.

Indifferent to fame and fortune, could it be… true love?

Could such a thing exist in this treacherous place?

Qin Yang chuckled, casually opening a memorial, glancing at its contents, and deliberately holding it before Tao Ning: “Our learned and perceptive Junior Minister can’t read?”

Tao Ning took the memorial, a request for her to marry, closed it, and put it aside, changing the subject: “This year’s top scholar, who has caught your eye, Changyi?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry Qin Yang, but the timing wasn’t right.

Qin Yang had done so much these past few years, a sudden wedding announcement would shock the court.

Qin Yang always felt guilty towards her, but to Tao Ning, their mutual affection was more important, there was no rush.

Too much, too soon, wasn’t always a good thing.

Qin Yang, seeing through her attempt to change the subject, simply said, “The second daughter of the Minister of Works, Du Mi, her essays are excellent, her eloquence unmatched, a true talent, and our dynasty’s first female top scholar. I saw her during the palace examination a few days ago…”

Then she stopped.

Tao Ning looked at her, puzzled: “Hmm?”

Qin Yang suddenly chuckled, twirling a strand of Tao Ning’s hair and lifting her chin: “She’s quite beautiful and intelligent, a promising talent.”

Tao Ning caught her hand, pulling her closer: “There were many scholars at the palace examination, Your Majesty, why do you only remember the top scholar? I’m worried, afraid of becoming old and undesirable.”

Qin Yang pulled away, giving Tao Ning a playful look, and turned to enter the side chamber: “Go away, you’re three years younger than me, if you’re old and undesirable, then what am I?”

Tao Ning stood up and followed her, the palace staff remaining in their positions.

There was no need to follow, His Majesty no longer required their attendance.

The side chamber wasn’t far, and Tao Ning quickly caught up, lifting Qin Yang into her arms and carrying her inside.

Placing her on the bed, Qin Yang was about to speak when Tao Ning pulled out a red cloth from her sleeve and covered her head with it.

Qin Yang was speechless, her vision filled with red, Tao Ning’s figure faintly visible behind the veil.

Glancing at the sky, Tao Ning said, “Weddings are usually held in the evening, and the timing seems about right, let’s pretend tonight is our wedding night.”

For some reason, Qin Yang, looking out from under the veil, felt like a shy bride on her wedding night, despite the absurdity of the situation.

Tao Ning solemnly lifted the veil: “Now that the veil is lifted, we’re wives. I think there’s also a custom of cutting a lock of hair and tying them together, symbolizing eternal love.”

Qin Yang’s eyes lit up: “Where are the scissors?”

Tao Ning patted her clothes: “I didn’t bring any, will a dagger do?”

Qin Yang thought for a moment, not knowing where to find scissors in the side chamber, and agreed.

They each cut a lock of their hair, placed them together, and closed the wooden box, carefully storing it away.

Qin Yang’s eyes shimmered: “Then what about the ceremonial wine?”

Tao Ning hadn’t thought of that, she couldn’t just say she had forgotten.

After all, it was her first wedding too, and she hadn’t asked anyone, just figuring it out as she went along.

So she leaned in and kissed Qin Yang, her voice muffled against her lips: “I forgot, we’ll do it next time.”

The bed curtains fell, concealing the scene of intimacy, the atmosphere heating up.