Jiang Wenjun looked calmly at Wang Chong. She actually knew little about him. The first time she had seen Wang Chong, she had been thirteen, brought before a newborn baby and told that he would be her husband. The little infant had been all wrinkled and looked terribly ugly. She had wanted to cry, but at the time, her imperial grandfather and father had both been captured by enemies from the Great Grassland, and her aunt had ascended the throne. The Jiang Family had been in a state of panic, and no one had paid any attention to an orphaned girl like her. She could only force down her grievance.
Later, she had taken her aunt as her model and trained hard in martial arts. Because of the capture of Emperors Qin and Hou, an exception had been made for her to the ancestral rule forbidding Jiang Family women from practicing the family's martial arts. Even the Empress had never learned the Jiang Family's martial arts; she had only mastered her sublime, peerless martial skills after becoming a disciple of Wudang.
Later still, she had met Wen Zhengchun a few times. She had found the child timid and spineless, and the Wen Family had seemed to dislike him as well, so she had felt some sympathy for him. But as the situation stabilized and the Empress held off the allied armies of the Great Grassland, the Jiang Family's attitude had gradually changed. They no longer wanted to acknowledge the marriage arrangement. Her aunt had approached her several times, only to be blocked by the clan elders, who had dragged things out until now.
In the blink of an eye, she had passed thirty. Jiang Wenjun now understood that she would probably have to remain an unmarried maiden for the rest