After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,It's over, I don't want to dwell on the painful past. Lan You felt utterly dejected and slumped down beside Mu Jiu, grabbing a handful of melon seeds to shell together.,Three years ago, the former Marquis Dingbei fell ill and passed away. Xiao Jun was still too young to have even come of age, and everyone assumed that the title would go to his uncle. However, he single-handedly fought his way into the enemy camp and beheaded their general, returning with a resounding victory. The Emperor Chu was overjoyed and issued an unprecedented decree, allowing him to inherit the Marquis title, making him the youngest Marquis since the founding of the country, a well-deserved honor.。