Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Li Qiushui got up and went to the door to open the stone door.

Li Qinglu was pacing back and forth when she was startled by the sudden opening of the door.

"Grandma, grandma..."

Li Qiushui wore a meaningful smile.

"What, are you afraid your grandmother will eat your lover up?"

Li Qinglu's face flushed, and she glanced at Qin Han before guiltily looking away.

"Grandma, what did you say...?"

Qin Han stepped out from the back and looked at the darkening sky outside.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, I'll be heading back now."

Li Qiushui did not suggest that he stay.

"Alright, just remember to go to the palace early tomorrow."

Qin Han nodded and paused briefly as he passed Li Qinglu.

Li Qinglu lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her ears turning bright red.

Qin Han smiled but said nothing. Tomorrow was the wedding, and it was indeed inappropriate for him to stay overnight.

They followed the attendant who was leading the way outside.

After everyone had walked away, Li Qiushui took her granddaughter's hand and walked back.

"Alright, they're nowhere to be seen, why are you still looking?"

Li Qinglu bit her lip.

Looking at her granddaughter's appearance, Li Qiushui sighed softly.

"Girl, your grandmother has staked the entire Western Xia on him, so you'd better live up to her expectations."

Li Qinglu raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, her expression exceptionally serious.

"Grandmother, don't worry, Qinglu knows what's important."

.....

Early the next morning.

Outside the main hall of the Xingqing Prefecture Imperial Palace, the deep sounds of bells and drums resounded in unison.

A full seventy-two chimes echoed throughout the imperial city. Civil and military officials stood solemnly on both sides, while envoys from various countries were arranged to quietly watch the ceremony in front of the hall.

Wu Yingxiong stood in front of the Qing delegation with a sullen face.

Beside him were Yu Zhenzi and Liu Dahong. Yu Zhenzi glanced around and then moved closer.

"Your Highness, are we really unable to escape?"

Wu Yingxiong gritted his back teeth.

"Go my ass! The people from Yipintang have been following us the whole way; it's obvious they don't want us to leave now."

Kumārajīva can now walk normally, and Prince Zongzan is standing beside him.

"Imperial Preceptor, what exactly does this Western Xia Empress Dowager mean? We lost the marriage contest, but she won't let us leave. She insists on keeping us here to witness the ceremony?"

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together, his voice still somewhat weak.

"Prince, please calm down. Since you're here, make the best of it."

Duan Yu stood on the seat in Dali with a big smile on his face.

Zhu Danchen muttered to himself quietly from the side.

"Young Master, what's all the excitement about? It's not like you're getting married."

Duan Yu looked at the front of the main hall with a happy smile.

"Of course I'm happy for Brother Qin that he's getting married."

Zhu Danchen's lips twitched, and he didn't reply.

On the high platform above the main hall.

Li Qiushui, dressed in an elaborate imperial concubine's court dress and wearing a phoenix crown, stood upright beside the large dragon throne.

Her cold, sharp gaze slowly swept over the assembled officials below. Several senior officials who were about to voice their objections were so startled by her glance that they swallowed back the words that were on the tip of their tongues.

Li Qiushui raised her hand, and the noisy hall fell silent.

"Today, I hereby announce two things."

"The first event is the ascension of the new emperor of Western Xia."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the soft, clear clinking of jade pendants came from behind the main hall.

Li Qinglu, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown, slowly walked out.

The dragon robe that was hastily made overnight in the palace was perfectly tailored, giving her a touch of the majesty of the Western Xia Empress, yet it did not completely conceal her feminine beauty.

She walked up the jade steps one by one, then turned to face the assembled civil and military officials.

Li Qiushui held the jade seal in both hands and solemnly handed it to her personally.

"Qinglu, from this day forward, you are the Empress of Western Xia."

Li Qinglu accepted the gift with both hands, turned around, and settled herself on the large dragon throne.

Upon seeing this, the civil and military officials standing below lifted their robes and knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Li Qinglu sat upright on the dragon throne, her hand movements still somewhat stiff.

Fortunately, the situation is generally stable.

"Rise, all of you."

Once the kneeling officials below had all stood up, Li Qiushui turned her gaze and spoke again.

"Next is the second thing."

Her gaze shifted to Qin Han, who was standing in front of the hall.

"Today is not only the day of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, but also the wedding day of my Western Xia Empress and Shu King Qin Han."

These words immediately caused an uncontrollable uproar throughout the hall.

Although the results were known after yesterday's competition, the envoys from various countries still felt somewhat caught off guard when the moment actually arrived.

Wu Yingxiong's face turned green, and the folding fan in his hand was deformed from being squeezed.

Duan Yu led the way in the crowd: "Congratulations, Brother Qin! Congratulations, Your Majesty the Empress!"

The Dali delegation clapped sparsely, while the other envoys looked at each other in bewilderment and could only clap along in the end.

Today, Qin Han changed into a dark blue python robe from the Southern Song Dynasty, with a white jade belt neatly tied around his waist.

Li Qinglu stood up from the dragon throne and walked to Qin Han under the watchful eyes of the court officials and envoys from various countries.

"From today onwards, everything about Qinglu is entrusted to Your Highness."

Everyone heard this sentence clearly.

The officials and civil servants all bowed their heads with complicated expressions. Li Qiushui held supreme military and political power, and which official dared to oppose her?

Qin Han looked into Li Qinglu's eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"In life and death, in separation and reunion, we made a vow. Holding your hand, we will grow old together."

Li Qinglu bit her lip, tears almost falling on the spot.

She remembered what her grandmother had told her alone last night.

"If the world falls into chaos one day, our Western Xia alone will not be able to hold it up."

"My grandmother couldn't see through Qin Han, but one thing was certain: he was never stingy with his women."

"Since you've chosen him, don't leave yourself any way out. Put everything on the line. He'll feel he's wronged you and will treat you even better."

Li Qinglu listened carefully to everything her grandmother had told her last night.

Today, in front of all the officials, she gave herself to this man without reservation.

Standing on the high ground, Li Qiushui looked down at the scene below, and a sense of satisfaction unconsciously appeared in her eyes.

This girl is so much better than her father.

Wu Yingxiong muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn it, this isn't marrying off a princess, it's giving away the entire Western Xia as a dowry!"

The lecherous man sighed beside him.

"Your Highness, let's think about how to explain this to the Prince when we get back."

Prince Zongzan supported Kumārajīva, his face ashen.

"Imperial Advisor, this trip has been a waste of my time."

Kumārajīva murmured a Buddhist chant.

"Prince, we're already incredibly lucky to have made it back alive."

Zong Zan twitched his noodles as he listened, it seemed to be true.

Duan Yu, standing behind, was genuinely happy for Qin Han.

Zhu Danchen stood to the side, watching his young master's carefree and thoughtless appearance, and rubbed his forehead.

Cannons fired in unison in the square outside the main hall.

The people of Xingqing Prefecture all knew that Western Xia had a new empress, and that the empress's husband was Qin Han, the Prince of Shu from the Southern Song Dynasty.

News of the wedding spread rapidly along the official roads in all directions.

Night fell.

Inside the spacious bedroom, where dragon and phoenix red candles were burning.

Li Qinglu changed into a dragon robe for her wedding. A red veil covered her head, and her hands were folded and placed on her knees.

As the footsteps outside the door grew closer, my chest heaved more and more violently.

The tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside.

Qin Han was stunned by what he saw.

"Qinglu, why are you wearing a dragon robe?!"