Jiangshan Dream - Chapter 73
The Prince of Beichen narrowed his long, narrow phoenix eyes slightly, glanced at it casually, and waved his hand: "Burn it!"
These memorials, which had been arriving like a flurry of snowflakes in the dead of winter, were all earnestly advising him to "return to the right path," to establish an empress and take in many concubines, and not to "be obsessed with male beauty." Bei Chentian found it amusing. Why did these courtiers care how many wives he married? What business was it of theirs whether he established an empress or not? As for "being obsessed with male beauty," they were simply trying to stuff women into his harem and covet the empress's position.
Ouyang Ming said eagerly, "Then, then you should hurry up and bestow the title of Dark King."
Bei Chentian continued casually, "Isn't today my ceremony to bestow a title upon her?"
"Oh, you are..."
"Alright." Bei Chentian looked up, gave Ouyang Ming a slightly authoritative glare, and shook his head, saying, "She doesn't like being the empress, not even the only empress. I don't want to drive her away. Don't mention this matter again."
"But aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by the world?" Ouyang Ming was extremely frustrated. These days, he and Nangong Chuixue, as the emperor's "favorites," had been constantly bombarded with questions.
"So what if it's a misunderstanding? Do you think I, the Prince of Beichen, am afraid of what others say? Burn these petitions and tell those old fogies that anyone who wants me to take a concubine can send their daughter over. Also, tell them that the Dark King loves playing the 'shaving stick' game, and I can't control her. But if their daughter accidentally loses an arm or a leg, don't come looking for me." The man smiled domineeringly and said to the two of them indifferently. Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out the door and headed towards the back of the palace.
Ouyang Ming and his companion shuddered. Thinking of Lin Feng's inhuman methods, they both cursed inwardly. Knowing that the Dark King liked the "shaving stick" game, who else would be so stupid as to send someone in here?
Bei Chentian was openly helping Lin Feng commit murder and arson. Ouyang Ming couldn't help but shake his head. "Your Majesty, you've really spoiled her too much."
In the courtyard behind the palace, the snow was thick and the cold wind howled.
The stunningly beautiful person in exquisite black attire was dancing with a sword and singing in the snow.
Flowing black hair, a graceful and slender figure, swirling snowflakes, sharp sword energy, and melodious singing voice combine to create a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Bei Chentian walked slowly through the snow, his steps extremely light, and stopped behind a giant tree, as if afraid of disturbing her enjoyment.
He listened to her clear, bright voice, singing with rare enthusiasm, and unconsciously became somewhat captivated.
When everything began in the sky
When all things are no longer submerged
Who will give me a dream?
There is a sky in my dream
Tell me the color of life
Say goodbye to all loneliness.
Waiting for each sunrise and sunset
When blood covered the sky
When China searches for true heroes
Who can give me a sword?
The sword points to a way out
Tell me to walk through it with a smile.
Swords and Pledge for Life
Butterflies cannot fly across the sky
Ah~ Ah~~
Waiting for a shooting star to streak across the shores of the frozen lake, where the world has changed.
Unfortunately, the swords slashed across her face, leaving behind a thousand years of longing.
Even in the distant past, who is singing?
In memory of a lifetime of lingering affection
A loving gaze
When blood covered the sky
When China searches for true heroes
Who can give me a sword?
Tell me to walk through it with a smile.
Pointing to a way out
Swords and Pledge for Life
Butterflies fly across the sky
Waiting for a shooting star to streak across the shores of the frozen lake, where the world has changed.
Unfortunately, the swords slashed across her face, leaving behind a thousand years of longing.
Even in the distant past, who is singing?
In memory of a lifetime of lingering affection
A loving gaze
Waiting for a shooting star to streak across the vast ocean and the shores of the frozen lake.
Unfortunately, the swords slashed through her, leaving behind a thousand years of longing.
Even in the distant past, who is singing?