The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 56.2

The Empress’s faction would never let such a good opportunity pass by; they immediately pursued the advantage like a mad dog, severely crippling their opponent and leaving them with no power to fight back.

The eventual victor in this silent struggle was the Second Prince, He Changsi, whom everyone had previously underestimated.

The Empress’s maternal family was busy reshuffling the court and installing their own people.

Meanwhile, he was sitting in the Grand Tutor’s residence, across from You Ting and Song Yaotai.

Two cups of clear tea were placed on the table, and the curling steam vaguely obscured his face.

You Ting said, “Congratulations, Second Imperial Brother.”

He Changsi held his cup and smiled lightly: “It is I who should thank Sister Shunan and Grand Master Song.”

Everyone thought that He Ting’s defeat was due to the Empress’s family.

But in reality, it was largely thanks to You Ting and Song Yaozi.

You Ting had the memory of the original plot, and Song Yaozi had been secretly investigating in the court.

The two of them, working together, easily found the weaknesses of the family behind He Ting.

“Second Imperial Brother, after achieving your wish, what do you plan to do?” You Ting asked.

He Changsi looked into the distance and said softly, “I don’t know.”

He then smiled again: “But at the very least, I will first be a responsible monarch.”

“Does Second Imperial Brother still remember the promise you made to me,” You Ting said, “that after the matter is settled, you must agree to one request of mine?”

She smiled, emphasizing her words: “No matter what it is.”

He Changsi looked solemn: “Of course, I remember. Sister Shunan, rest assured, I will never break my word.”

“It’s just…” he suddenly recalled, “the North, Third Brother’s side…”

He Zhige would not be content to simply submit and surrender.

You Ting lowered her gaze, her beautiful face blurred in the mist.

She said with certainty: “He won’t succeed.”

After He Changsi left, Song Yaozi curiously asked, “What agreement did Your Highness make with the Second Prince?”

You Ting looked at her: “You want to know?”

Song Yaozi nodded.

You Ting beckoned her with a finger, “Come closer, I’ll tell you.”

Song Yaozi did not hesitate for long, leaning and moving toward You Ting.

As soon as she was close, her wrist was grasped.

With a slight tug, You Ting pulled Song Yaozi into her embrace.

She bit Song Yaozi’s earlobe, succeeding in watching the pale pink spread across the other’s jade-like skin, before saying, “It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you now.”

The warmth on her earlobe made Song Yaozi tremble. She whispered, “Your Highness tricked me. Your Highness is truly naughty.”

You Ting chuckled, “Indeed.”

“How naughty I am, Yaoyao knows best.”

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A few days later, He Changsi was formally enthroned, supported by the officials.

At the same time, He Zhige in the North questioned the death of Emperor Ningjing and, under the pretext of defending the crown, mobilized a massive army to press toward the capital.

The common people in the streets and alleys stayed home in fear and anxiety, daring not to make a sound.

Has the Third Prince gone mad?

The troops defending the North have been transferred here. If the Wujin Kingdom were to attack, what would they do?

Strangely, the Wujin Kingdom seemed to be making no move.

He Zhige was full of ambition, but before he could fully realize his grand plans, his army was forced to halt before a small county town.

It was an unremarkable place, yet on the city wall, a familiar figure stood prominently—

It was his Imperial Sister.

He Zhige’s pupils contracted sharply, and he stopped his subordinates from advancing.

You Ting’s voice came through the wind, clearly reaching his ears.

“He Zhige.”

“Do you concede defeat?”

He Zhige clenched his jaw: “Certainly not.”

He commanded: “Do not harm my Imperial Sister; deal with everyone else as you see fit.”

Before his soldiers could prepare to launch their attack, bugle calls suddenly erupted from unknown directions.

Dense armies emerged from all directions, surrounding He Zhige’s men.

He Zhige’s expression changed dramatically.

Those armies, besides the Northwest Army led by Qi Yuan, actually included people from the Wujin Kingdom!

In a flash of realization, he remembered Moro Aling’s androgynously beautiful face.

The advisor also realized: “We’re in trouble, Your Highness! We’ve been played!”

“The only way now is to kill Princess Shunan first! With their commander dead, their morale will drop sharply, and we might still have a glimmer of hope!”

His tone was urgent.

He Zhige’s hand gripping the bow and arrow remained still.

On the city wall, You Ting also took up a bow.

The long bow was like a crescent moon, and she held a feathered arrow with a calm expression.

The sharp tip was aimed directly at He Zhige.

Amidst the countless troops, the two held their bows and stared at each other from a distance.

He Zhige had never imagined a day when he would face his Imperial Sister with weapons drawn.

He seemed oblivious to the sounds of fighting all around, his eyes focused only on that one figure… the shadow deeply etched in his heart.

Seeing the situation grow more perilous, the advisor urged: “Your Highness! Hurry!”

He Zhige and You Ting’s eyes met. The wind stirred up dust, blurring both their faces.

At a certain moment, all sounds disappeared from his ears.

A finger was released, and a long arrow cut through the air.

The two feathered arrows briefly crossed in the air, heading in different directions.

A tearing pain suddenly struck. He Zhige clutched his chest and painfully plummeted from his warhorse.

You Ting didn’t move. The long arrow grazed past her hair, startling a few strands into the air.

With the commander falling from his horse, the surrounding armies immediately swarmed forward.

The clamorous battlefield and the fighting crowd quickly buried He Zhige’s figure.

He lay on the ground, blood gushing from his chest.

His consciousness became hazy. In his blurring vision, he seemed to see his Imperial Sister from all those years ago.

To him, who was also lying on the ground, she extended a hand.

Back then, He Zhige had grasped that warmth.

But now, his trembling outstretched fingers grasped only empty air.

On the city wall, Song Yaozi rushed up in a panic, and upon seeing You Ting, she hugged her tightly, ignoring everything else.

You Ting was surprised: “Why did you come here?”

“Such a dangerous thing as going to war,” her voice trembled, “How could Your Highness not discuss it with me! If I hadn’t found out by chance, would Your Highness have kept it a secret from me all along!”

Song Yaozi always spoke softly; this was the first time she had shown such anger.

You Ting was startled, then held her tight and soothingly stroked Song Yaozi’s head.

“I am fine,” her tone softened, “It is over.”

Song Yaozi lifted her reddened eyes, “There must not be a next time. You promised you would always stay by my side.”

If anything had truly happened to Her Highness, she simply dared not imagine what she would become.

“Alright,” You Ting gently curved her lips, and said softly, “There will be no next time.”

After the battle ended, the Wujin Kingdom’s troops swiftly departed, as if they were merely an illusion.

Yet, the commanding Prince remained, standing with You Ting on the city wall, gazing at the moon.

The moonlight fell on their faces, making them look faintly similar.

Moro Aling did not look at You Ting, only saying, “It’s over.”

“This is the first time, and the last.”

“My Moro family no longer owes you anything. If we meet again on the battlefield, we will be enemies.”

You Ting nodded and said, “If possible, let’s not meet on the battlefield.”

“It is only the people who suffer from endless wars.”

Moro Aling did not reply, it was unclear if he took her words to heart.

He turned his head for a final glance at You Ting, waved his hand, and said: “I’m leaving.”

His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. From far away, You Ting heard the sound of a horse galloping away.

The Wujin Kingdom’s marshal from all those years ago was Moro Aling’s father.

If not for the accident of Emperor Ningjing, her identity should have been Moro Aling’s sister, a princess of the Wujin Kingdom.

You Ting had established contact with Moro Aling long ago, using the secret agents hidden within the Wujin Kingdom.

She had only made this one transaction with Moro Aling: he would help her once, and from then on, all past grievances and matters would be completely settled.

The battlefield, which had been stained with blood during the day, became a peaceful small town by night.

All the old people and old matters had begun here and dissolved here as well.

She looked up at the bright moon, thinking that now, finally, she would be able to sleep soundly.

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While He Zhige was initiating the rebellion, He Ting in the capital, for reasons unknown, was also rushing toward his death—

He attempted to assassinate He Changsi.

Ultimately, He Ting got his wish and died in front of Consort Li.

He continuously vomited blood, a smile still on his face. Seeing Consort Li’s blank expression, he laughed even harder.

Amidst Consort Li’s screams, He Ting breathed his last.

Consort Li went mad, and her maternal family was largely suppressed by the Empress’s faction.

After the new Emperor ascended the throne, to everyone’s surprise, the first person he moved against was his own Imperial Mother.

He Changsi imprisoned the Empress and immediately married the He family’s young lady, establishing her as the new Empress.

In the court, the He family and his mother’s family’s forces checked each other, and the plan to sideline the Emperor completely failed.

He Changsi used this opportunity to develop his own genuine power base—figures like Deng Jia.

After the situation was completely stabilized, You Ting entered the palace and presented the request she had claimed earlier.

He Changsi was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed: “Sister Shunan, you always manage to surprise me.”

“I am actually very envious of you. Even when you were in the palace, I felt you were free.”

“Doing whatever you wish, seemingly never afraid of worldly scrutiny.”

As if recalling something, he stopped speaking, finally just smiling and agreeing: “Good, I agree.”

The very next day.

The new Emperor announced a new decree in court: besides men and women, women with women and men with men, same-sex individuals could also marry directly.

As soon as this was announced, it immediately caused an uproar, and the officials were in turmoil.

But the new Emperor remained resolute.

In the great hall, Deng Jia suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

It was the first time he met Princess Shunan.

She had said: “I only hope that when the time comes… Master, perhaps you can speak a few words on my behalf.”

He finally understood.

Stunned for a moment, Deng Jia lifted his robes and spoke solemnly, supporting He Changsi’s decision.

Song Yaozi had been distracted since earlier. She had a faint suspicion in her heart.

Her eyes widened slightly in disbelief.

Her Highness… had actually gone this far for her?

Her heart was filled with a mix of emotions, both sour and sweet.

Mist welled up in her eyes, yet the corners of her lips were slowly turning up.

She thought, she would likely never meet another person like this in her life.

Who gave her a beating heart.

Who gave her joy.

Who gave her years and mornings, with legitimate love.

Ultimately, He Changsi withstood immense pressure, and the decree was enforced.

Princess Shunan’s Manor sent a marriage proposal to the Grand Tutor’s Manor. The Princess and the female official became the first publicly and officially married women.

Ten miles of red dowry, a flourishing and peaceful era.

The streets and alleys were packed with spectators, gongs and drums filled the air, and celebratory coins were scattered everywhere.

The wedding sedan stopped.

Through the beaded curtain hanging from her headpiece, Song Yaozi saw You Ting opposite her, dressed in red wedding attire, her beautiful eyes softened with a faint smile.

She pursed her lips, and the dimples on her cheeks faintly appeared.

You Ting extended a jade-white hand to her, and said with a smile: “Yaoyao.”

“I’ve come to marry you.”

A thousand mountains and ten thousand waters, flowing gold and illusions, all melted into each other’s gaze.

Song Yaozi placed her hand onto You Ting’s, and their hands were tightly clasped.

She smiled, and whispered, “I am willing, Your Highness.”

We only seek to grow old together, with love and mutual trust.

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