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Marriage Proposal
Author: Mamanda
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A Week Later...

The Shang Dynasty’s forces finally arrived in the capital. News of their victory was met with wild celebrations by the city’s people. The gloomy, anxious expressions of the past days vanished entirely.

Without a single guard escort, Princess Xian Lie ran from the palace. The news of the soldiers’ return stirred her emotions—she couldn’t wait to see her beloved.

Without a trace of shame or regard for her royal dignity, the princess ran straight into Fang An’s arms at the front of the marching troops.

Everyone watched and smiled broadly at the joy of the reunited couple.

“The princess has changed so much,” said one citizen.

“Indeed. She’s far more down to earth now,” his friend replied.

“Is it because of that red-haired young man that she changed so drastically?”

“Maybe. Look at how happy they are. I’m honestly jealous!” a young woman chimed in.

Princess Xian Lie didn’t let go of Fang An’s hand as they walked toward the palace. Her sweet smile beamed at the citizens who
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