[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 6.1 Oh, Then I Will Just Kill It (Part 1)

　　The low and deep sound of drums gradually approached the Royal City, Sang Yuanyuan’s heart could not help but become a little more anxious.

　　She is the official wife of King Han. Tonight’s Banquet, she is obliged to attend.

　　Sang Yuanyuan is not sure whether that madman You Wuming, will remember her or not.

　　At the thought of that day, in order to protect her life, while sticking to that piece of jade token, she said ‘I like you, the King of You state’, she then felt a burst of toothache.

　　The old blood from many years ago had seeped into the jade, and that piece of jade token gave her a feeling that was just like the You Wuming inside her mind.

　　Blood, devil.

　　Never mind.

　　If she really had stirred up some trouble, it is also the matter between Han Shaoling and You Wuming.

　　The status of women in the eighteen states of cloud realm is low. Correspondingly, if something happens, the one who came forward and fought will only be the men who they belonged to.

Putting all the assumptions aside, even if Han Shaoling is really destroyed by You Wuming, Aunt Ling, Sang Eldest and others will take advantage of the chaos to protect her and escape back to Sang state.

　　There’s no need to be afraid at all.

　　After she was done making the psychological reconstruction, Sang Yuanyuan then sat in front of the dressing table, letting the maidservants dress her up.

　　After all, it’s a palace banquet to welcome the monarch of a country, so the etiquette naturally mustn’t be neglected.

　　Sang Yuanyuan changed into dark colored clothes, with extremely heavy materials. The exquisite pattern of embroidery overlapped on the front chest and the back, and the skirt was embroidered with fire Phoenix. Her back was cloaked with a very long robe, fully covered with glittering gold thread, and can be dragged on the floor to a full ten steps away.

　　The hair was tightly coiled, covered with a large and heavy gold crown, and there were strings of pearls hanging down on both sides, which almost blocked her eyes.

　　Sang Yuanyuan set off for the banquet with great difficulty.

　　These days, she never even once leaves her own Huiyun[1] Courtyard.

　　The moment she stepped out of the knee high threshold, she had a strange feeling in her heart – at the moment, she had finally stepped into this world, it was no longer illusory, and she also could no longer treat it as ‘just for fun’ anymore.

　　No matter what is ahead, she must raise her head and face the difficulties.

　　Just like how she had done it countless times.

　　Whatever role she plays, she has to do her best.

　　Now that she has been reincarnated, then starting today onwards, she, is the Princess of Sang state. 

　　In only a few steps, the slightly delicate woman slowly spread out a calm and steady imposing manner that belongs to that of a royal lineage. The maidservant that used to serve her everyday, also could not help but feel a little surprised and sighed silently that the royal family was really different from ordinary people.

　　The Royal City is not big.

　　The eighteen states of the cloud realm established the nation with martial arts as its base. Although the royal residence also seemed luxurious, the most important thing was still the defense features. The city was crafted with a kind of strange black stone, which faintly shines with a dull polished luminous glow. The ground is also from the same material.

　　After leaving the Imperial Harem, one can’t even see the carved wooden decorations. For each and every big hall, so long as the black stone gate is closed, it will immediately become a small fortress.

　　Under the guidance of the escort guard, Sang Yuanyuan soon arrived at the big hall for the banquet.

　　The brilliant lights are visible from afar.

　　All the civil and military officials of all ranks were divided on the left and right, with Han Shaoling sitting on his knees on the left side head seat. Sitting opposite him, presumably is the King of You state that whoever hears of will turn pale, You Wuming.

　　Entering the big hall, the more one can feel the heavy and depressing cold atmosphere.

　　On this kind of occasion, one is not allowed to gaze left and right.

　　Sang Yuanyuan sat down under the guidance of a servant. The maidservant carefully took off her cloak, put it on a wooden plate, and stood on one side.

　　She tilted her head and nodded gently to Han Shaoling.

　　There was a flash of amazement in his eyes. For a short while, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart——only this person in front of him who was truly like the wife of a King.

　　You Yingyue is usually arrogant, but when it comes to serious occasions, her imposing manner becomes somewhat untenable. Not to mention Meng Wuyou, if brought out to such an occasion, it will be completely throwing his face on the ground for others to see jokes.

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[1] Huiyun : Travelling Cloud