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Prompt: “I'm the most useless princess in the Great Yan Empire. Useless at both pen and sword, with nothing but a pretty face. And so my wise father waved his hand and sent me off to the Emperor of Great Qi. I've heard the Emperor of Qi is moody, full of strange quirks, and especially fond of killing beautiful women. His harem is empty.Not a single soul left. Qi Yan showed me a fan carved from the bones of beauties. One hand gently ruffled the top of my hair, and he smiled faintly, scared. If you are, you can still run back to Yin. My fingers twisting his sleeve trembled slightly, but I still shook my head.No, I'm not going back. Qi Yan's hand pressed down a little. Oh, why? I met his narrowed eyes and said clearly, I'm too lazy to run. Qi Yan, are you kidding?Running all the way from Qi back to Yin? It'd be exhausting. 1 My name is Yin Rao. I'm the useless Princess of Yin, or as my father calls it, the Great Yin Empire. Yin is really just a tiny, weak country clinging to the border of Great Qi, little more than a vassal.But Father says since our country is already this small, we need a grand name. Call it Great Yin. As if we could stand next to Great Qi. Funny. Great Qi can't even be bothered to notice us.Father worries day and night that the growing Qi will swallow us up on a bad day. Three bigger countries than us have already been turned into Qi's counties. Yin has no soldiers, no strength. We can't attack, we can barely defend. So my brilliant, genius father had a brainwave.Let's try the classic beauty trap. He shipped me straight to Qi Yan's bed with one mission. Don't bother ruining his country. Just convince him not to swallow Yin. Before I came, everyone gossiped.The Emperor of Qi is diligent, wise, and brought Qi into a golden age. But he's full of odd habits, especially killing beautiful women. Any beauty sent to him ends up dead. People whisper he'll die without heirs and wonder what will become of Great Qi. I listen to all this gossip on the road to tired, to the bone, half asleep, the nun sent to pick me up reminded me, princess, you'll meet His Majesty soon.Wake up a little. I nodded perfunctorily, sitting on the bed, half dreaming. What fully woke me was Qi Yan's hand, ice cold, Slowly stroking my face, I met his dark eyes, forgot to bow, and blinked blankly, you, Majesty. Sleepy. His voice was cold and clear, like the man himself.He wore a black robe embroidered with golden dragons, looking Almost immortal. No wonder he kept away from women. He didn't seem like someone who belonged in the mortal world. Not sleepy anymore? That hand was really cold after all.”
Art Style: Manhua Wuxia
Color Mode: Full Color
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