Chapter 4: The Princess of Bliss

After a while, a maid hurriedly returned with an ancient zither and handed it to Ji Qingchen

Princess Anle said nothing, but slowly turned around and stared blankly at Ji Qingchen

Princess Anle observed that Ji Qingchen remained silent, so she did not interrupt his thoughts. In the moment Ji Qingchen was lost in contemplation, she swiftly mounted her horse and struck the white rabbit with a whip. The warhorse leaped into the air, galloping at great speed, and in an instant, they vanished over the hillside

Seeing this, Ji Qingchen immediately stood up and approached to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Princess Anle stopped him; she waved her hand towards the distance, and soon a servant led a pure white warhorse to her side.

Another two years have passed since she fell in love with him, and she has never again expressed her desire to ride. Apart from being a princess and growing up to understand the differences between men and women, it is because she truly regards him as the man she can spend her life with. She believes he should not merely be a horse that crawls on the ground for her, but rather an eagle soaring in the sky, striking through the vast expanse and galloping across the world. It is because she sincerely regards him as the man she can spend her life with that she feels he should not merely be a horse that crawls on the ground for her, but rather an eagle soaring in the sky, striking through the vast expanse and galloping across the world.

Suddenly, Ji Qingchen shouted, "Get my焦尾琴!"

Ji Qingchen took the guqin, sat cross-legged on the official road, and placed the焦尾 on her lap.

And it was on that day that she cried for him for the first time, realizing for the first time how important her position in his heart was. It was at that moment that she understood he had always willingly allowed her to ride on him, not for her power and status, but simply because he loved her.

Princess Anle did not resist, quietly allowing his cold fingers to gently glide across her cheek

The north wind is fierce, yet it shall never part from me

This passionate kiss seemed to make him forget everything in the world

The passage of ten years has transformed him, who was once a resentful youth, into the confident and wise young gentleman before us. Over the course of ten years, she has evolved from a willful and headstrong girl into the most beautiful princess in the kingdom. This decade has also changed both of them; she has become the only person he can confide in, while he has become the one she can rely on and be affectionate with

The only difference from ten years ago is that when he heard his own words "m.hetushu.com" ten years ago, his eyes were filled with hatred; now, when he hears his own words, his eyes are filled with love.

He instinctively held the Princess of Bliss tightly in front of him and immediately responded to her kiss

On the hillside, in the afterglow of the morning sun, a young girl dances gracefully while a young man sits on the ground playing the qin

Princess Anle was momentarily stunned

The sound of the zheng resonated, its tone rich and prolonged, reminiscent of the gentle trickle of a stream, yet imbued with a sense of sorrow, akin to the delicate orchids in the valley. This was a rendition of the ancient melody "Eternal Companionship." As the notes of the zheng settled, his voice began to drift along with them

He slowly grasped the hilt of the knife, feeling a chilling and murderous aura penetrate to the marrow as soon as the blade was in his hand. His body shuddered, and he made a great effort to steady his mind before gradually drawing out the battle knife

Ten years ago, he was merely a seven-year-old boy, newly sent as a hostage to a foreign land. During their first meeting, she expressed her desire to ride a horse. At that moment, she noticed a flicker of anger in his eyes, yet he still obediently knelt before her, allowing her to mount his back and making him crawl around the grand hall as her steed

At that moment, he felt a gentle yet cool pair of lips pressed tightly against his own

Suddenly, she gently wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, softly pressing her face against Ji Qingchen's chest. Ji Qingchen was taken aback by the girl's action, feeling somewhat at a loss. However, the unique, elegant fragrance emanating from her body wafted to Ji Qingchen's nose, causing his heart to flutter. In an instant, memories of their past flooded back to him, each fragment coalescing into a vivid picture. He recalled the promises he had made to her, and an inexplicable sense of guilt surged within him, prompting him to suddenly pull her tightly into his embrace. In that moment, memories of their past flooded back to him, each fragment coalescing into a vivid picture. He recalled the promises he had made to her, and an inexplicable sense of guilt surged within him, prompting him to suddenly pull her tightly into his embrace.

Her red skirt, adorned with silver threads at the edges, is complemented by a water lily-colored sash that gracefully wraps around her waist. As she gently twirls, her sleeves rise, light as snowflakes fluttering, resembling the way a tumbleweed dances in the wind

Shu Er?" Ji Qingchen was taken aback, fiercely pulling the reins of the warhorse beneath her, and galloped up the slope ahead.

In the Northern Ridge, there are wild geese, their feathers like snow

Upon seeing this blade, Ji Qingchen was taken aback, unable to believe her eyes, "This—this is actually the Wolf Blade of the War God of the Li Kingdom, wielded by Master Li of the Apothecary."

The creature seemed to understand Ji Qingchen's words, letting out a few low whines and gently nudging Ji Qingchen's face with its head.

As beautiful as a fairy descending from the heavens

Princess Anle had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, looking at him with a face full of satisfaction

The battle knife is quite ancient, measuring 3 feet and 8 inches in length, with a menacing wolf's head carved on the hilt

Yet who could have anticipated that this ride would determine the course of their entire lives

In this way, the two embraced quietly, neither of them uttering another word, as if they were the only two people left in the world. At that moment, the sun in the east had already begun to rise, and the colorful glow of the morning light illuminated them, resembling a pair of celestial lovers descended from the heavens.

Ji Qingchen dismounted from the carriage and had just mounted the warhorse when a maid hurriedly approached him, bowing and saying, "Your Highness, the princess is waiting for you on the hill ahead"

After a moment, Princess Anle finally raised her head and softly said, "Brother Qingchen, I want to ride a horse again"

Just as Ji Qingchen had already fallen into the kiss of the young girl, a sudden sharp pain surged through his tongue, piercing to the heart

When Ji Qingchen saw the girl in front of her with tear-streaked cheeks, her heart suddenly ached. She took a few steps forward and instinctively wiped away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes with her hand

Ji Qingchen and the Yulin cavalry on the official road were all mesmerized

Two years ago, they went out hunting together. At that time, their group encountered a royal cavalry from the Western Desert. From a distance, she set her eyes on a beautiful purple marten on the saddle of the opposing leader. She expressed her desire to have it. He merely nodded slightly and charged out alone, fearlessly facing the enemy's three thousand elite cavalry. Within a few hundred meters, he killed twelve of the opposing generals and finally reached the opposing leader, using his spear to lift the leader's head, retrieving the purple marten she desired.

Princess Anle gently kissed Ji Qingchen's lips

Ji Qingchen tightly gripped the battle knife, gazing at it for a long time before she sheathed it and secured the Wolf Blade at her waist. She gently patted the neck of the little white horse and spoke to herself, "Little White Horse, from now on, you shall be called Xi Ying! You have left your mother, and I have left Su Er. Today, we shall depart from Li Country and return to Da Yan to conquer the world. Rest assured, as long as Ji Qingchen still draws breath, when we become strong enough in the future, I will once again take up the sword with you and head north to the capital of Li Country to bring back Su Er, to bring back your mother. Is that alright?"

Princess Anle departed resolutely, not giving Ji Qingchen the opportunity to bid farewell. By the time he was startled back to his senses by the sound of hooves, Princess Anle's figure had long since vanished into the distance, leaving behind only a small black dot.

After a long while, he let out a faint sigh and walked directly to the side of the white horse, taking down the battle knife that his teacher had given him from the saddle

The battle knife unsheathed, emitting a chilling roar akin to a dragon's cry, exuding an oppressive aura of desolation

He is preparing to accompany Princess Anle.

Without a moment's thought, he slowly knelt before the young girl

"Shu'er—" Just as Ji Qingchen was about to speak, Princess Anle firmly said, "Brother Qingchen, since you are leaving, let Shu'er dance one more song for you, shall she?" Before Ji Qingchen could respond, she had already stood up, taken a few steps forward, and began to dance gracefully on the official road covered with remnants of snow.

The Teacher's Letter? Ji Qingchen was taken aback. The teacher was just in the carriage; why did he not personally hand the letter and the dagger to him? Instead, he chose to go through Princess Anle. Could it be that there is some unspeakable secret in the letter? Ji Qingchen's gaze shifted towards the direction of the carriage where the Emperor of the departing nation had been, feeling somewhat bewildered

He let out a muffled sound, suppressing himself from speaking.

This is a family heirloom of his teacher, Li Qingyi, specifically the battle knife of Li Qingyi's grandfather, the national war god, Li Yaoshi. Now, the teacher unexpectedly bestowed this treasured family blade upon him, and Ji Qingchen felt an indescribable sense of melancholy surge within.

Just like seven years ago, she said she wanted to ride a horse, and he quietly lay in front of her, his eyes no longer filled with hatred, only a faint affection.

En! Ji Qingchen nodded heavily to Princess Anle

When the last note fell, Princess Anle stopped her light dance steps

Now, it has been two years since such a request was made. Today, as she spoke it, she thought he would refuse, because he was going back to his country, to become his Ninth Prince, or even the Crown Prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, or perhaps even the Emperor

However, he forgot that he was no longer beside the carriage under the protection of the Feathered Guards

However, as soon as her words left her mouth, she realized that her brother Qingchen still responded without a moment's thought, just as he had ten years ago

The teacher murmured to himself, his thoughts suddenly returning to ten years ago, to the scenes of meeting the teacher, learning the art of swordsmanship from him, and studying military strategy and tactics under his guidance

The bleak north wind howls, as the pair of wings fly southward together

At this moment, her forehead was already glistening with fragrant sweat

Ji Qingchen could only swallow the words that were hidden in her heart, silently watching the figure of Princess Anle fade away, lost in thought.

On the hillside, a figure in a red dress stood against the wind, it was Princess Anle of the Li Kingdom, Li Shu. She was quietly watching Ji Qingchen. Ji Qingchen dismounted swiftly and walked quickly to Princess Anle, only to discover that the girl's eyes were already brimming with tears.

He said, "Alright! Shuer, when your hair reaches your waist, I will marry you"

"En!" Ji Qingchen replied softly

On that day, she realized that she had fallen in love with him and said to him, "Brother Qingchen, when I grow up, will you marry me?"

With the sound of the piano and the singing, Princess Anle's dance steps became lighter and her movements more graceful

Princess Anle took the reins and led the warhorse in front of Ji Qingchen. She then retrieved a letter from the saddle and placed it, along with the reins and the letter, into Ji Qingchen's hands. "Brother Qingchen, this is the little horse born from Shuer's white rabbit. It is already three years old this year and can accompany you to the battlefield. Shuer will give it to you! Also, when Shuer left the city, General Li asked Shuer to deliver this letter and this dagger to Brother Qingchen. Brother Qingchen, I will return now. Please take care on your journey. From now on, Shuer will not go anywhere; I will wait for you in the capital, waiting for you to come on the little white horse to marry Shuer in the capital."

Her fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, her whole body shook violently, and her tears flowed like the Yellow River breaking its banks. In a frenzy, she tightly embraced Ji Qingchen, who was already crouched down in front of her, saying, "Qingchen Gege, I don't want you to be like this, I don't want you to be like this, I hate you, I hate you to death—I'm just saying this, I just want to say this..."

And she has never asked her royal brother for anything while growing up, precisely because she has an elder brother, Qingchen, who has always protected her and treats her like a fairy. She knows that no matter what she desires, as long as it is within Qingchen's ability, he will never refuse her.

"Brother Qingchen! I know! Everything you said, Shu'er is aware of!" Princess Anle said with a choked voice, "Brother Qingchen, as long as you live well, no matter what you do, Shu'er will never blame you. Shu'er will always remember what Brother Qingchen has said. Even if Brother Qingchen returns to the Yan Kingdom, Shu'er will not forget you. Shu'er believes that there will come a day when Brother Qingchen will surely obtain everything he desires!"

The wings fold in the rain, what can be done about it

It is like a painting of immortal lovers, forever imprinted in the sky

The lingering sound is enchanting, and the dance posture is ethereal

I am sorry, he said softly

She twirled gracefully, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, as if she never knew fatigue. In the midst of countless spinning movements, it was difficult to distinguish her face from her body. The speed of her rotation seemed to surpass that of racing wheels and swift whirlwinds

Seeing Ji Qingchen's actions, Princess Anle's eyes filled with tears once again. A scene from ten years ago vividly resurfaced before her eyes

"Shu Er—" Ji Qingchen whispered softly, now finding it difficult to express the myriad thoughts and feelings swirling in his heart

Ji Qingchen could only feel the soft and shy tongue of the young girl prying open his tightly closed teeth, entangling with his own tongue, sending waves of ecstasy through its tip

Ji Qingchen slightly raised her head, gazing tenderly at Princess Anle, and with a sorrowful smile said, "Shu'er, I once promised you that I would take care of you for a lifetime and would not let you suffer any grievances. However, today, it is because I truly wish to return to the State of Yan. Shu'er, last night I dreamt of my mother, and upon waking, I found that I had actually cried. It has been ten years; I have been a hostage in the State of Li for ten years, and now I can hardly remember what my mother looks like. Shu'er, it is not that I do not dare to stay in the State of Li, nor that I do not wish to marry you and grow old together, but I cannot, because I fear that if I stay in the State of Li for too long, I will forget who I am. It has been ten years; I have been a hostage in the State of Li for ten years, and now I can hardly remember what my mother looks like. Shu'er, it is not that I do not dare to stay in the State of Li, nor that I do not wish to marry you and grow old together, but I cannot, because I fear that if I stay in the State of Li for too long, I will forget who I am. I will forget that I am still a man of the State of Yan, that the blood in my veins still carries the bronze-like essence of a Yan man."