Volume One, Chapter Two: Return to the Palace

“How is this possible...” Ning Yu stepped forward in a daze.

This face did bear a striking resemblance to Yun Shu—about seventy percent alike.

But Yun Shu had long been sent to marry into the Xiongnu; how could she possibly appear in the capital?

“This can’t be!” Suddenly realizing, he snapped, “No wonder she dared to block the street—she’s relying on her resemblance to the princess!” Ning Yu’s anger deepened as he drew the long sword from a nearby guard, pointing it at the figure on the ground, Ning Yun Shu.

Marriage alliances were an honor. Even if his sister had died in the Xiongnu lands, it would have been a worthy death. He would never allow anyone to tarnish that glory.

A cold gleam swept across Ning Yun Shu’s face, and she found it utterly laughable. The brother who once vowed to protect her for life now held a sword, ready to take her life.

“Wait!” Shen Yan called out sharply.

Ning Yun Shu struggled to lift her eyes and meet his gaze.

Seven years had changed him. His face had taken on a few traces of weariness, and those abyss-like eyes were now even more chilling.

She recalled the time in the imperial study when he looked at her just like this—watching her as she was left speechless, pale and trying to prove her innocence, his eyes always full of doubt and indifference.

Ning Yu looked at him in surprise. “Are you mad? How could she be Yun Shu! You know better than I do what kind of place the Xiongnu are. Yun Shu could never have returned!”

So he knew that marriage into the Xiongnu was a one-way journey. He preferred to believe she was lying than accept that the real bride was someone else.

Ning Yun Shu found this quietly ridiculous, as she was truly his closest sister.

Rainwater slid down Shen Yan’s forehead. Ignoring Ning Yu, he narrowed his eyes and faced Ning Yun Shu. “You say this is her—how can you prove it?”

“Crazy fool!” Ning Yu threw down his sword in anger, waiting to see Shen Yan crash into a wall.

As a seasoned general who had fought the Xiongnu for years, he knew all too well how brutal they were.

Yun Shu was but a fragile woman. If the Xiongnu had truly surrendered and sent her back voluntarily, perhaps she could have survived. Otherwise, how could she have escaped alive?

Pain wracked Ning Yun Shu’s entire body, as if it would shatter her, but this pain was nothing compared to the Xiongnu’s horsewhip lashes.

She trembled as she knelt in the pool of blood and rainwater, her hands shaking as she began to loosen her clothes.

The crowd was stunned—she was undressing in the street, truly mad!

Ning Yun Shu struggled to remove her upper garment. In the pouring rain, she wore only a thin, yellowed undergarment.

Whispers rose around her. The women scolded her shamelessness; the men ogled with sly smiles.

“Disgraceful!” Ning Yu cursed in fury.

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