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  Lie down, Lui Lui is healthier.

  Ati was taken aback for a moment, and then her eyebrows drooped. She said listlessly, "Ayan, sometimes I really regret it."

  "Oh?" Zhang Yan asked, "Why?"

  "Although the words are big," Ati frowned, "but if possible, I actually don't want to be this queen." She sighed, "In the past, I always thought you were too cautious, now I know that being cautious has its benefits. If it weren't for me being too impulsive back then, how would I have provoked Modun? If possible, I also don't want to marry him. If it weren't for the Khan announcing our engagement in public, and my brothers and tribe standing behind me, I actually wanted to listen to brother's words, ride a fine horse and escape far away."

  Zhang Yan's eyes sparkled as she said calmly, "I thought you enjoyed this feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife."

  "Yes." Ati pondered for a moment and smiled, "Indeed it is."

  "Do you know?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Although I said it was good to hear, in the year since we got married, Chun Yu has never stayed overnight in my tent."

  "How is that possible?" Zhang Yan was shocked and speechless. No matter what, no one could deny Temira's stunning beauty, she was only 16 years old, in the prime of her youth. Bordon wasn't a vegetarian saint, how could he possibly let go of such a delicious morsel?

  Her eyebrows were furrowed in concern, her eyes clouded with worry. "Perhaps he was too confident himself."

  "On the day of our engagement, I pledged my loyalty to him in the royal tent and recounted the mistakes of the Xiongnu, also asking for permission to create a writing system for the Xiongnu. At the same time, I made a bet with him: unless I agreed, he was not allowed to truly be intimate with me after marriage; otherwise, it would be his loss."

  Zhang Yan imagined the look of shock and curiosity on the face of the Xiongnu overlord. He was too confident in his own masculine charm, and too careless about A'Ti, playing with him like a hawk teasing a dog. "A'Ti," she said worriedly, "you're putting yourself on the fire to be roasted. And what am I supposed to do? Modu doesn't seem like someone who would take a bet seriously either."

  One who can kill his father and brother to ascend to power, and belittle the concubines and servants with his might, would he be trapped by a small wager?

  "Didn't you say I like to dance on the blade? What's trapping him isn't the bet, nor is it me, but his own pride." Ati shook her head, disapprovingly saying, "Really no way out, I just have to admit it. Could it be that one would really be trapped by someone because of a bit of chastity?"

  "Why do you want to make this bet then?"

  She was stunned, shook her head with a bitter smile and said, "I don't know either. Actually, one year is not short. Mo Dun is also an old hand in this field, I had several times when I couldn't keep up, almost wanting to admit defeat. But there's always a last bit of stubbornness at the bottom of my heart. Maybe it's for giving my past self a final explanation."

  She leaned against Zhang Yan's back, and whispered in her ear, "Ah Yan. Do you want to pretend to be drunk one day, and forcibly kiss your uncle? Although I haven't really experienced it, the taste between men and women is really... (pauses) ...colorful." Her breath lightly brushed against Zhang Yan's earlobe, causing goosebumps on her arm. She hastily backed away, "I won't talk to you about this anymore."

  Two people stretched out their left and right arms, on the white jade-like arm three points from the top. A small round mole was bright red like cinnabar.

  In the 2nd century BC, in the East, the empresses of the two most powerful empires were still virgins a year after their marriage.

  The Wei River Bank

  "Haven't found it yet?" Liu asked wearily, wiping his face.

  "This..." Ji Feng was speechless for a moment. Finally, he dispiritedly replied, "Your Majesty, the northern army soldiers followed this Wei River from top to bottom, searching all night, but couldn't find any human tracks at all."

  "Isn't there a person who fell into the water?" Liu Ying asked, "How come, and her whereabouts haven't been found yet?"

  "Never." Qi Fei looked embarrassed.

  "By the way, who were those people? Have you ever investigated clearly?"

  "Your Majesty, please forgive my crime. In the chaos, I didn't see them again soon. According to people who saw them at the restaurant, that group of people were quite robust and didn't seem to be from Guanzhong, but rather from the northern regions of Yan and Zhao."

  "Oh." Liu Ying nodded, raised her head to gaze out at the Wei River, the torchlight reflected in the water, making his eyes ache. He rubbed his forehead, accustomed to the hidden pain in his heart, but suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he hadn't allowed Ah Yan to leave the palace so many times, would she have avoided this disaster? Lu Yuan's sister had entrusted Ah Yan to him, and yet he had let something like this happen. "Come here..."

  "Agreed."

  He suddenly turned his head and ordered, "Hold my tiger tally, go to the northern army to adjust the troops. I don't believe it, such a big Wei River, she would disappear, wouldn't she?"

  "Your Majesty," Teng Gong said, looking at the Emperor's exhausted face, "Lieutenant Qi is already doing his best to search for her. You staying here won't make a difference either. Why not take a rest in the palace first..."

  "It's all right." Liu Ying shook his head and sighed softly, "When Ah Yan's life or death is unknown, I won't be able to rest. Xiahou Uncle," he suddenly raised his head, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "you said, where could Ah Yan be now?"

  Note: Teng Gong is Xiahou Ying. In the second year of Han, when Liu Bang escaped with his life, he kicked a pair of children off the carriage, and it was Xiahou Ying who risked his life to pull Liu Ying back on. It can be said that he had saved Emperor Hui's life. After Emperor Hui ascended to the throne, he treated him with great kindness, granting him a mansion in Beidi, appointing him as Taipu, one of the nine high-ranking officials.

  The room was empty and there was no one, but on the table were neatly laid out clean clothes, very considerate. Zhang Yan put on her clothes, wiped her wet hair, and returned to the front hall with Ai Ti.

  Sometimes a gust of wind blows across the hall, lifting the curtains, and there is no one in the room. The fragrance of the thatched grass wafts gently from the incense burner, making people calm. On the table lies a lacquered zither, Zhang Yan suddenly has an inspiration, so she sits down to play the zither, singing that song they all loved before: "Love is never rational, once you're in it's hard to control yourself. Happiness is something you do, like moths flying into fire..."

  The familiar melody lingered in her mind and flowed from her fingertips. Timirona was taken aback, with a mix of emotions swirling inside her for a moment.

  She had listened to many popular love songs in her previous life, but it wasn't until she traveled through time that she realized the classical elegance appreciated by people of the Han Dynasty would be considered crazy if sung in front of others. So she lived a simple life, burying her past deep within her heart, and when she finally had the chance to sing out loud, it was still only in front of fellow travelers.

  She slightly curved her lips. Lightly tapping out the rhythm and humming, "In a moth-to-flame manner, be a happy fool..."

  When it comes to love, we are all foolish, but also willing. What the future will be like, we don't know. So, at least indulge in the present and be true to ourselves.

  "We are so alike," Zhang Yan turned around, looking at her close friend's face. Yan continued, "Once in love, there can't be any flaws, how can one stop at a shallow taste? Like all ordinary women, there are many worries that don't want to be known."

  No need to know your name, now living in which city (the city of fallen love), against reality wanting to make every day a poem, we occasionally hold back, occasionally let go...

  "Don't need to know your name. In the sea of people, it's as if we've met before (Is there a man who loves you?) Love and being loved are gifts from heaven, we can be generous, we can be selfish..."

  Zhang Yan sang with great emotion, a love that was intense but could not be savored, a friendship that had been obtained but was about to be lost. I don't want to know your name, if it's really possible to ignore identity, position, and nationality, we should have been able to be lifelong friends without parting ways.

  The singing voice is like a sigh. When the last note falls, the lingering sound still lingers around the beam.

  "Sister." The little girl with pigtails walked in from outside, swaying back and forth, couldn't understand what they were singing about, but thought the tune was pleasant, tugging on Zhang Yan's sleeve. She smiled vaguely and said, "It sounds nice... I like it."

  Zhang Yan chuckled and bent down to pick up the girl, taking out a nut and peeling it for her to taste. She instructed her in a gentle tone, "Little Mingniang, when you grow up, be sure to practice your needlework skills." Unable to resist, she touched her earlobe, still feeling the lingering pain, "I really don't want to get pricked again, it hurts so much."

  Ming Niang held a nut in her mouth, unable to understand Pretty Sister's words, blinking at her, indicating she wanted more.

  "Empress, don't spoil her." Xǔ Fù said with a smile, stepping forward to take Ming Niáng from him and handing her over to Cí Wén behind him. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The two of you have also been here for seven or eight years, I suppose you've looked for me too, to resolve the mystery of our past encounters."

  Seeing Zhang Yan and A'Ti nodding, she smiled slightly and said, "As it happens, I have some connection with both of you ladies. Both of your ladyships' fate is extremely noble and rare to see. This time the divination shows signs of a double phoenix first meeting. That's why I came to wait by the Wei River. To dispel your doubts."

  "After many years of studying the Tao, it wasn't until his later years that he finally grasped the heavenly mechanism. He knew that after many years, the celestial phoenix star would shine brightly and a rare opportunity would arise. Therefore, he spared no effort to bring this matter to fruition. In fact, Zhang Yan or Zhang Yanyan, or even Timir or Luomi, could be speaking of past lives or present ones, or even that they were originally one person. Your Majesty the Empress need not worry too much."

  "Your meaning is," Zhang Yan frowned, "whether I like it or not, I have to go through this and become the Zhang Yan of Great Han."

  "All things in life have a destined time, and before they happen, anything is possible." Xunu shook his head and smiled, "However, since the empress has already taken her stand here, it can also be said this way."

  "So," Timirora also asked, "the heavenly secrets known to the female marquis, can tell us that Han and Xiongnu have a historical origin, once we suddenly appear in this time and space, whether our actions are bound by their original fate?"

  Xu Fu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said lightly, "So-called fate is just a constraint on people who originally exist in this space-time. Yan Shi and Empress Zhang do not belong to this place, but they are acting as they please."

  "Or in other words, you are the real fate of the Great Han and Xiongnu."

  Ati was taken aback, silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that the Marquis of Mingjiu Ting doesn't like me?"

  Xu Fu lowered his head and said, "Although I am a man of the world outside, before I left the world, I was also a Han person."

  Ati let out a sigh, and suddenly asked, "If that's the case, why did you help me cross over in the first place? You could have just helped Ah Yan alone. She would become the one and only empress of the Great Han, helping the emperor rule the world."

  Xu Fu was taken aback for a moment, looked at Zhang Yan and sighed, "All things have balance, one side gains, the other side must lose." The implication was profound.

  Zhang Yan's lips curved into a thoughtful smile.

  She can also feel the malice of Xu Fu, if it is said that Xu Fu's disgust towards A Di is based on a national standpoint. Then, what about her own disgust? It can even be said that she has more complicated emotions towards herself. Looking at her own gaze, there is expectation, and also an unshakeable disgust.

  "Empress Zhang need not worry." Xǔ Fù shook his head and said, "Fù is just a mountain woman with simple thoughts, only acting out of personal feelings. Later you will understand. In any case, Xǔ Fù will not harm Your Majesty the Empress."

  She glanced at the hourglass on the table, smiled and said, "It's late. The sky is already dark, and it's hard to walk on the night road. You two might as well rest in my humble abode for a night, and I'll send you back tomorrow morning."

  Uh-huh. I've found that I'm also influenced by you guys and don't like writing this part of the script anymore.

  Fortunately, this chapter is over.

  Liu Ying should have found Ah Yan by now.

  Eight hundred more will be delivered by tomorrow noon as promised.

  Simultaneously, the monthly ticket competition is fierce, Hua Quan continues to seek support for pink tickets, and tears are shed.