Two red suns slowly rose over the eastern horizon in succession.

As the dawn wore on, the morning mist dispersed.

A new day had arrived.

For the Northern Song, that day might be pinned by shame.

Because the most beautiful woman in the empire, also the most gorgeous pearl of the empire, was about to be forced to marry the master of the Nangong family.

The bride was an 18-year-old girl in her prime, while the bridegroom was an ...