"Are you willing to marry her?"
This question also lifted the spirits of the girls on Sun Lang's side.
Logically speaking, women who were passionate about politics and conspiracies were in the minority. Among the people present, only Miss Zhao was good at this, and she listened attentively with the idea of sharing Sun Lang's worries.
In addition, Courrier, as a staunch member of the foreign reactionary forces, was also very interested in listening.
Yinluo, Chao Po-tao, and Auntie Lu were not interested until Her Highness Empress threw out this explosive topic. They all pricked up their ears, and their eyes became sharp.
Even Miss Zhao and Miss Mao's attention was diverted.
Their gazes fell on Ping Yang in unison.
Then they turned to Empress's face.
Only then did they realize that Princess Pingyang and Empress Tensei … looked alike.
The reason why they did not notice it before was that Her Highness Empress's aura was too strong. The halo of General Tensei was dazzling enough, not to mention the more troublesome persona of "Sun Lang's ex-girlfriend," which made them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
In the hearts of the girls, the face of "Empress Tensei" had already been painted black and painted into the image of a monster with fangs and red eyes. Her appearance had also been solidified into the image of a "shameless little b * tch who dumped Sun Lang." They did not care how beautiful Her Highness Empress was. They only cared about whether this woman and Sun Lang showed signs of revival. Basically, that was the case.
Moreover, the Empress Concubine had been in command of a large army for many years and held a high position as a minister. Thus, she had developed a unique and noble temperament. People would often first notice her temperament, aura, and bearing, and then slightly overlook her beauty. Or perhaps they didn't care how beautiful she was — — because to a woman like her, beauty was the least important value. The power, achievements, and status that she had obtained were enough to shame the majority of men.
However, Princess Ping Yang's temperament and temperament were the complete opposite of Her Highness the Crown Princess. The more powerful and confident the Crown Princess was, the more introverted and shy Ping Yang was. Even though the two of them had extremely similar appearances, because of the difference in temperament and style, it made people unable to notice the similarities between the two of them … This was probably because if the two of them stood together, all of the gazes and praises would be snatched away by the radiant Her Highness the Crown Princess.
No matter how beautiful Pingyang was, in front of her sister, she was just an insignificant contrast. People did not even notice that she and Empress Tensei had very similar appearances.
To have such an incomparably strong and talented elder sister, what a sigh it would be.
After hearing Empress's question, Pingyang raised her head in surprise.
Then she noticed the surprise in the eyes of Yinluo and the others. She could not help but smile bitterly in her heart.
— Did they just find out?
She was really used to this.
People who had known her for a long time would say in surprise, "Hey, you look like Her Highness Empress."
Even if people knew that she was a princess and that she was the younger sister of the Heavenly Strategies Empress Concubine, they would only think about it after a long time.
Pingyang had been like this since she was a child.
Standing in front of her radiant sister, she was always compared, then discussed, and finally ignored. The more dazzling Empress's halo was, the smaller her figure was, and the more inferior she felt. Things went from bad to worse until she met Sun Lang.
That man … At first, she was just curious. Because her sister was so arrogant, so talented, and looked down on all men in the world as if they were nothing, why would she be so fond of a man and often praise him?
Then, due to a freak combination of factors, she somehow gained a master. When she came to the army, she came into contact with many things that she had never come into contact with before. She learned a lot of knowledge and skills from her master. Some were useful, some were useless, some were strange, and some were not strange.
The most important thing was that she went to the battlefield.
It was a front line battlefield where real swords and spears were used. It was a place where humans and Sky Demon clashed. Blood stained the yellow sand. Heaven and earth were angry. Countless lives fell here. Countless heroic souls were sublimated here. Fearless soldiers practiced the ultimate meaning of martial arts here. Here, the boundary between life and death became very blurred.
She followed her master's figure, fighting and killing.
Her master was very good to her. In private, he was not serious, but on the battlefield, he was very scary. Although he was scary, he was also very considerate. He would take care of her on the battlefield. After returning to the camp, he would also care about her mental state, whether she was afraid of the battlefield, whether she could not stand the thick blood and cruel killing.
This kind of consideration, this kind of concern, was actually unnecessary.
Her master was good in every way, but he did not understand a woman's heart.
In fact, Ping Yang had been keeping a little secret, a little secret about herself. The reason why she didn't tell her master frankly was that, first, she felt that it was a little strange, and second, she was greedy. Greedy for her master's care and consideration, this would make her feel warm and happy.
So she did not tell her master.
She did not tell him that she actually … liked the battlefield very much.
She liked the feeling of cutting off the enemy's limbs. She liked to see the enemy's flesh and blood flying everywhere. She liked to feel the enemy's unwillingness and pain, let their despair enter her heart. She liked to send death to them, take their lives, and personally send the enemy to hell … she actually liked this feeling very much.
Because this would make her feel a sense of reality.
On the battlefield, she was no longer Empress Tensei's useless sister. She was no longer a shadow. She was a warrior. She waved the judgment of death in her own name with her sword and sent the powerful enemy to hell. She was the cause of the sword and the effect of the massacre. Her comrades would praise her performance, her enemies would respect her bravery, and the cowards would cry loudly and curse her life and soul. All of this was done by her own hands. She felt incomparably real and satisfied.
In addition, the person that her master comforted, cared for, protected, and cared for was also her.
She was not General Tensei's sister, not the Emperor's daughter, but his little disciple.
Because of this, she felt happiness.
It was a kind of complete happiness that belonged only to him.
And now …
And now, another kind of happiness seemed to have come to her.
Marriage.
Marrying her master.
Staying by her master's side in the best way possible.
This was something that her sister could not do.
Because her sister was already out of the game.
She betrayed her master. She hurt him deeply. She thought that her master was already dead. She did not want to wait any longer. I have been waiting. I have been waiting for my master to come back.
Now, my master will never forgive you.
And I have waited.
I can stay by my master's side. I can act coquettishly with him. I can chat with him. But sister …
You will never have the chance.
I … have won?
Have I won against my sister?
In a daze, Ping Yang heard her sister's words again.
She repeated her question, "Are you going to marry her?"
Ping Yang shuddered.
No … what does that mean?
She looked at her sister and vaguely had a bad premonition.
"Since you said that the Emperor has a strong motive to push this matter forward, the few eunuchs outside the city who went to congratulate us were just a declaration of war. He must have a follow-up plan."
The Empress Concubine glanced at Yin Luo and the others and snorted, "You should have already told them. The matter of Ping Yang once wielding the Houtu Sacred Sword, the Emperor pushed Ping Yang to your side as a chess piece with malicious intentions. He was certain that you wouldn't allow Ping Yang to stay in a dangerous place in the palace and would definitely bring her to his side to take care of her. Now that he wants to make a move on this chess piece, are you going to just stand there and accept it?"
Sun Lang frowned, "What do you want to say?"
General Tensei repeated the question just now, "I asked you, are you going to marry her?"
Yinluo and the others frowned. What did this woman mean?
Could it be that she thought that she and Sun Lang could not continue their old relationship and wanted to entrust her obsession to her sister and let her sister marry in her place?
This logic sounded ridiculous, but in a woman's mind, it was actually quite reasonable.
Sun Lang glanced at Ping Yang.
Ping Yang immediately noticed and immediately looked back. Her watery eyes were entwined with an inexplicable emotion.
Sun Lang sighed and said in a muffled voice, "I …"
Before he finished speaking, Empress interrupted him and said firmly, "I suggest you agree. At least agree for now. Do you understand?"