Xiliang Yue had been raised since childhood as the heir to the Kingdom of Women of Xiliang. In every aspect, she was an exceptionally outstanding woman.
She lost not in the slightest to any man.
After she came of age, she smoothly inherited the throne of Xiliang, held power steadily, and ruled with wisdom. What she had learned since childhood, along with all these years governing a nation, had shaped Xiliang Yue into someone without desires or demands, clear-hearted and scant in worldly longing.
Yet just now, she fell at a single glance.
(No records of the Queen of the Women's Kingdom's name were found, so Xiliang Yue is used instead, with Xiliang as the surname, and the character Yue chosen for its soft feminine beauty.)
It was still that same line: Xuanzang's model was top-tier, flawless beyond reproach. Perhaps only when facing Kong Xuan, the handsomest man in the Prehistoric World, would he have to bow in defeat.
With a model like that, it was very hard for the Queen of Xiliang not to be moved.
After seeing Xuanzang's face clearly, a thought rose uncontrollably in the Queen of Xiliang's heart: I would offer my rivers and mountains as betrothal, abandon wealth, honor, and splendor, and ask only to stay with him until our hair turns white.
"Your Majesty?"
Seeing the Queen of Xiliang staring blankly at him without saying a word, Xuanzang could not help calling out.
The Queen of Xiliang came back to herself, her tender autumn eyes gazing at Xuanzang in a daze.
Her love for Xuanzang had not been interfered with in the slightest.
It was not wrapped up in magic power.
Nor was it driven by benefit.
It was pure, arising from the heart.
"Ah?"
"Holy Monk, what did you say just now?"
So