The General's Disgraced Daughter: A Journey from Shame to Glory

"Miss, I think the Emperor is quite fond of you," Lingfeng looked at a table full of fresh fruits and desserts, and Ye Mo, who was fighting with White for food, and sighed. "Really?" Ye Mo peeled two grapes and put them in her mouth. "Don't you think he's fond of everyone? Right, White?" Being fond of her doesn't mean anything, he's the emperor after all, and he's the one who has the power to control everything. She couldn't see through him at all. "But...but..." Lingfeng couldn't say anything after "but" and simply sat down and fought with White for food. "Hmm, this is really sweet. Try it," Ye Mo handed an unknown fruit to Lingfeng with a smile on her face. "Cough...cough..." The person who loved sweets the most coughed violently as soon as she put the fruit in her mouth. Was this sweet? It was so sour it could kill someone. Did she not know that she was afraid of sour things? Meanwhile, Ye Mo was laughing with White, not caring about anything else, she and White were perfect for each other! "What, marriage?" "Crash..." As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Gui, the king of Yan, dropped the teacup in his hand on the white jade floor, shattering the porcelain with blue flowers. "Yes," Qiu Xiao confirmed his answer, "The palace just passed on the news, it seems that the imperial edict's envoy has gone to the King of Luo's mansion." Yang Gui smiled, looking at the broken teacup and laughing softly. His voice grew louder and more excited, "Could it be that Third Brother can still have that ruined flower and willow?" Another piece of news in the palace, these days Emperor Huan has been favoring Ye Si, the lady of the Caiwei Palace, almost sleeping in the Caiwei Palace every night. Qiu Xiao lowered his head, his expression confused. Emperor Huan, what was he planning... The small fireball was jumping in her hand, but there was not a hint of burning sensation. The jumping flame emitted a faint green light, revealing her first-order ghostly power. "That's right." Lingfeng nodded, "Miss, you can control the size of this fireball by yourself. If your cultivation can improve a bit more, I think the killing power of this fireball will be greater." Fire attribute, this is a rare physique that is hard to find. Fire attribute people can increase their destructive power by one level, which is equivalent to raising their own cultivation by one level. Playing with the small fireball in her hand, Ye Mo clenched her right hand and when she extended it again, the fireball had disappeared without a trace. "Cough, Miss, it's best to practice more recently." She was really embarrassed to say that her control ability was too poor, in fact, she didn't even need to grip the fireball to make it disappear. Ye Mo Feng's eyes flowed, smiled and said, "I thought so, but it seems rare to have peace." Soon, there was a heavy footstep outside the palace, and there was also a collision of beads and jade, and a ring of chimes. "It's these crazy women again, I'll see you later. If they bring any gifts, remember to take them for me." People can disappear, but money can't be let go. Lingfeng covered her mouth and laughed, "Yes, I will definitely try to search for it and strive to raise the bride price for Miss as soon as possible." Holding the little white and going to the quiet palace to practice, when she heard Lingfeng's teasing, she only coldly replied, "Is that so? I am going to be married." The meaning, she is going to be married to that broken-backed Long Yang Jun. "Your Highness, the wedding sedan chair has arrived at the palace gates, you should at least go out to greet the new bride!" Liang Desheng was completely speechless for this master, watching the king holding the little attendant, drinking fine wine, he had the heart to die. Suddenly, the king put down the glass, got up and walked out of the room, leaving behind a sentence, "It's time to go, let's go and see the new bride." The wedding sedan chair was already at the palace gates, and the bride was sitting inside, her face covered with a red veil, and her body covered in a red wedding dress. As soon as the king saw her, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his breathing became heavier. This was his new bride, Ye Mo Feng, the princess of the Ye family. Just now, without the groom, how is the future queen supposed to enter the palace? "Your Majesty..." A soft voice sounded, and even Liang Desheng couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart, as if he had been scratched by a little paw. No wonder this King of Lu is so drunk and gentle, and that this man's feelings are comparable to those of a woman. "What's wrong, does Anlan also want me to marry that mother tiger?" After drinking the red peach wine in the glass, Yang Yu hooked Anlan's chin, "Don't you fear that once I have that mother tiger, I will never come to find you again?" "If that's the case, Anlan will guard your body like jade, until you remember Anlan one day." Anlan lowered his head, as if Yang Yu had really abandoned him. "Hahaha..." Yang Yu laughed and left, his clothes loose, revealing a white porcelain-like muscle texture inside. Liang Desheng looked at the little servant who was still there, feeling sorry, but then he realized that he was also out of place, and quickly chased after him. For a long time, the elegant room was empty again, and only then did Anlan slowly lift his head, with an expression of suppressed laughter on his lips. "No matter, your home king likes to go to the mountain to ask for immortals and practice Taoism, this miss's coming is just to keep alive, not like this groom who can marry and attend the ceremony." The playful voice echoed in his ears, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and walked to the front of the carriage, laughing and asking, "I wonder who the princess wants to pay respects to?" Grabbing the icy hand, Ye Mo was pulled out of the flower carriage by one hand. The head covering on her head was blown away by the wind, revealing an ordinary and unremarkable face. Without a phoenix crown, without rouge and powder, the plain face almost made people doubt if it was a happy day. "Oh, so the princess knows that this king likes your face that is as plain as water?" Yang Yu hugged Ye Mo's waist with one hand and carried her into the palace gates. "Is that so? I thought the king always preferred the bent, I didn't expect my own charm to turn the king into a straight man." A straight man? Furrowing his eyebrows, Yang Yu looked at the person in front of him with a lazy and bad smile, he knew that this was not a compliment. In the hall, the guests looked at the new person paying respects, wanting to laugh but not daring to. One was disheveled, as if just waking up. One was plain and clean, as if not caring. "Ling shuang, I'm dying of thirst, hurry up and find me something to eat." Damn Yang Yu, she doesn't even have any food in the room, does she not know she will be hungry? The emperor, who was sitting in a high position, had a face of uncertainty, causing many guests to swallow their laughter. "Third brother, today is a big celebration, and I will toast you as congratulations for your marriage," said the host, just as he finished singing the nuptial song. However, he saw the king of Yan, who was wearing a purple crown, come forward and block the way of the newlyweds. "Your majesty, you are not able to hold your liquor, so let me drink this instead, how about that?" Taking a step forward, Ye Mo took the wine from Yang Que's hand, drank it all in one gulp, "I've been busy all day, and I don't think the king of Yan has been idle either." Without another word, he left the hall, disregarding Yang Yu who was still standing there. "This...this is outrageous!" the elderly prime minister stomped his foot as he watched the arrogant figure leave. "Su Ai-Qing, this is not the court..." Emperor Huan's voice had not yet finished, when Yang Yu suddenly laughed, "Old Prime Minister, if you can't stand it, then just leave, I will not stop you." Su Mu, who had served in the court for three dynasties, had never been humiliated like this, especially in front of a large audience, so he angrily left. The king of Yan looked at Yang Yu with an indifferent expression, helplessly saying, "Third brother, you..." but he could not blame him and could only follow the old prime minister. Suddenly lying in **, but feeling a sense of numbness. "Hey?" With a treacherous smile, Ye Mo looked very pleased. When Yang Yu drunkenly entered the bridal chamber, she saw a certain woman lying on **, peeling and eating peanuts and longans, with a contented expression on her face. Next to her, a white little thing was happily rolling around. "You can die!" Suddenly feeling cold at the waist, she turned her head to see the most familiar face, with a beautiful face showing a smug and vicious smile. Feeling the dagger stirring in the flesh, but it was no more painful than this heartache.