Author: Feifei my heart

Liang Dynasty.

The winter of the nineteenth year of Yonglin.

In the deep forest, heavy snow fell.

All the guards were trying their best to hunt a wolf and galloping horses.

That was a gift specially ordered by His Majesty to Princess Zhaoyi.

It was even requested by Princess Zhaoyi herself.

She didn’t want a thousand taels of gold, a good house or a good horse. In front of everyone at the palace banquet, the eight-year-old girl dressed in white, with a wooden hairpin in her hair, and a gentle smile said: "Zhaoyi wants to raise a child."

A wolf."

Shocked everyone.

Just like no one could have imagined that a child would be resourceful, quick-thinking, and make great achievements in the political affairs of controlling floods in the south of the Yangtze River.

Speaking of the story of Princess Zhaoyi, she really climbed out of the forest of bones step by step.

Monster, the guard thought to himself.

It's a pity that he was born sick and weak, so he only relied on medicine to support him. I'm afraid he will be short-lived and won't live long.

We have gone hundreds of miles into the mountains and have yet to capture any trace of a wild lone wolf.

"Princess." The captain of the guard walked up to her and shook his head gently.

Heavy snowfall was falling, submerging the thousand-year-old trees. A little girl of eight or nine years old stood deep in the forest with her arms folded. She wore a red fox cloak with a rich and ancient charm over her snow-white white dress. It still couldn't block her pale and sickly skin.

A body so thin that only bones remain.

"Didn't find it?" Her voice was soft and gentle, accompanied by a suppressed and weak cough that could not be resisted. "It doesn't matter, continue."

Princess Zhaoyi said to continue, so she had no choice but to continue.

If you don't catch it, don't go back.

Su Qing quietly looked at the green mountains in the distance. The green hair reached her waist, and the wind blew across Ling Ding's slender neck. There was also a vermilion tear mole under the corner of her right eye, adding a touch of coquettishness to her gentle face.

Standing at that time, it looked like an old painting of the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, full of compassion, as if he had been relegated to an immortal.

It's a pity that those eyes are the embers after the fire, hiding deep ambition and cruel killing.

It is the most noble desire for power.

The imperial guards searched the high mountains for a whole day, and finally found a wolf before dark!

What follows is a dragnet hunt——

The howl of wolves pierces the mountains, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier. There is no moon on the mountains tonight, so it must be a night of ghosts.

Whatever Su Qingan wants, she will do whatever it takes to get it.

"The wind is strong at night, and the princess may not be able to bear it, so why not go back first?"

The captain of the guard advised, lest something happen to this noble princess, they could not afford it.

"I want to see it with my own eyes." Su Qingan said softly, with royal majesty, "I am my pet."

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the footsteps are chaotic and pressing step by step.

The wolf is howling and the hunter is chasing.

Princess Zhaoyi is riding on a horse, with snow light flowing on her body, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple.

Half a jade face, stunningly beautiful.

secretly...

A place where wolves live.

A pair of cold eyes watched this scene.

Under the heavy snow, it was filled with murderous intent, blood, and ferocity. It was a pair of human eyes, but there was no human emotion at all.

Where the snow does not shine, four or five-year-old wolf children live among wolves, being raised by female wolves and growing wildly.

He knelt down on one knee and pressed himself on the dead wood. He made no sound at all, which was frightening.

That young and green face, with the straight curve of the bridge of the nose visible for the first time, is hidden in the shadows, showing a cold-blooded numbness that does not match his age.

The pupils are like wolves.

Eyes on Su Qing'an.

Aggression spreads silently.

A roar escaped from his throat, conveying some message. The adult wild wolf slowly climbed onto the young boy's back and rubbed his face affectionately with his wolf ears.

The four or five-year-old child tilted his head. Under the soft eyelashes, his pupils showed animalistic cruelty, and he clearly had a soft and vivid face.

The voice is dry and hoarse.

"Kill her."

The adult silver wolf roared, looking at him with dark green pupils, followed by a pack of wolves one after another.

far away.

Su Qing'an frowned as she noticed it. She raised her eyes and looked over. The wind was blowing through the forest and the snow was heavy. She didn't see anything.

The little girl's bright red cloak and snow-white skirt are extremely quiet and charming.

She walked over step by step.

The snow-white expensive brocade boots stepped on the ground, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the snow, making a subtle crunching sound.

One step, two steps.

Close...

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

"Princess, the wolf has caught you!"

Su Qing'an paused, turned around, and looked over.

She had the gentlest eyes, but they were filled with the most ruthless ambition in the world. She looked at the bloody wolf cub, ignored the guards' dissuasion, and approached it without hesitation. She could hear the vigilant roar in its throat, even inside her own body.

The bloodline is starting to get excited.

"Little guy." She smiled sweetly, her voice still childish, "I caught you."

"Ouch——" The cub roared ferociously, dying, and stared at Su Qing'an with its green crystal eyes.

She stretched out her hand.

The guard next to him changed his face: "Princess!"

Su Qingan told him to shut up.

The wolf bit her wrist fiercely. She raised her eyebrows coldly, lifted its jaw forcefully, and said in a very soft voice, "Bite it. Let's see if I am short-lived or you die first, eh? Little beast."

This wolf is spiritual and can understand her words.

Stalemate, dead silence.

There is only a biting cold wind in the mountains, and everything is devastated.

There was no moon that night.

Later, Princess Zhaoyi and the imperial guards left the mountain forest. The horse's footprints were submerged in the heavy snow. Behind her, the wolf boy walked out of the shadows, surrounded by wolves.

Snowflakes fell on his long black eyelashes, showing the cruelty of ignorant killing.

That year the mountains were covered with heavy snow and the bright moon was rarely seen.

…

Ten years later.

Summer July of the twenty-ninth year of Yonglin.

Daliang is prosperous and Kyoto is prosperous.

At the emperor's feet, three thousand lamps are always burning.

The road from Jian'an City to Luoyang has continuous mountains.

When there was a natural disaster and the fields dried up, Princess Zhaoyi stayed in the temple for a long time, eating fast and praying to Buddha, praying for good weather and good weather in Daliang and God bless Daliang.

Praying day and night, on the day when the princess ascended the altar, heavy rain was coming. Everyone knew that the princess was sincere and moved God.

Two days later, Princess Fengjia set off from Gusu Temple in Luoyang and returned to Kyoto.

No one knows that reciting the Buddha's name is to avoid disaster, and praying for blessings is a calculation. She has calculated the right time, place, and people. She has carefully planned and won thousands of miles, just to finally ascend to the throne of bones.

As expected, she will never come to Luoyang again.

Su Qingan leaned against the carriage in a good mood, holding up the curtain with bare hands and looking outside, with tears in her eyes, gentle and beautiful, with a Buddha-like heart.
To be continued...