Shen Meimei raised her eyes and blinked her big watery eyes, which were full of earnestness and pleading:

"Mog Khan, please promise me, otherwise I really don't know what to do..."

Her voice was trembling, as if she had reached her despair.

Mog couldn't bear to see her kneeling for so long, and a surge of pity welled up in his heart, so he stepped forward, gently helped her up, and said gently:

"Okay, you get up first. Tell me if you have any problem. I will do my best to help you as long as I can."

His tone was firm and sincere, which moved people.

Shen Meimei looked at him gratefully, tears flashing in her eyes that seemed like they would fall at any moment.

She took a deep breath, tried to control her emotions, and continued:

"Khan, you are the only one who can help me with this matter!"

Her words revealed deep helplessness and fear, which made Mog feel sympathetic.

Mog nodded, "You say!"

Shen Meimei then told everything about An Lingrong and made up a story of deep sisterly love.

"Khan, An Lingrong is the concubine who sang with you at the banquet that day. Concubine An, she entered the palace with me and we were like sisters. Later, she made a mistake in the palace and was imprisoned in the Yanxi Palace by the emperor, where she cried all day long.

She is my good sister and has been kind to me. I cannot watch Concubine An being imprisoned and killed, so I would like to ask the Khan to choose An Lingrong as the bride and save my little sister from this dire situation.

After An Lingrong marries, the emperor will announce that she died of a serious illness and give her a grand funeral for the sake of the royal family. An Lingrong will then be free. After a year or so, the Khan will announce that An Lingrong died suddenly, and she will be free again.

After Shen Meimei finished speaking, she wiped away her tears, then knelt down again with a plop. Her knees hit the hard ground and she heard a "crack", as if a bone was dislocated.

"Ouch!" She groaned in her heart, wondering why she had to kneel on the stones.

Moge finally reacted, and hurriedly pulled Shen Meimei up, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

Shen Meimei gritted her teeth and shook her head:

"It's okay, I just knelt too hard and hit my kneecap! Khan, I know this will embarrass you, but I really don't know what to do. Please, promise me!"

"Okay, I promise you! It was you who saved my arm, and it was you who saved hundreds of thousands of Junggar soldiers. You are the Tianshan Goddess of our Junggar!" After Moge finished speaking, he walked out of the tent.

Ten days later, news of the marriage came from the Qing Dynasty, and the emperor had agreed to Moge's marriage request.

Inside the Yanxi Palace in the Forbidden City, Su Peisheng walked slowly in with the imperial edict, and An Lingrong knelt down to receive it.

"In compliance with the will of Heaven, the Emperor decrees that An is a dignified and intelligent woman, and is hereby named Princess Huiyi and married to Junggar. I decree this!"

An Lingrong knelt on the ground, took the imperial edict with both hands, and cried with joy.

"My Lady Concubine An, after you leave the palace, the Emperor will issue an imperial decree to bury you according to the etiquette of a royal concubine, and will also treat your family leniently. My Lady, you can go to the imperial court to marry a princess without any worries. Maybe there will be another world for you in Junggar!"

Su Peisheng said with a smile, he didn't know what his mood was at the moment.

An Lingrong felt like she had been reborn. She answered politely:

"Thank you, Eunuch Su. I was ignorant before. Please don't take it to heart!"

"No way, Concubine An, I'll take my leave now!" After saying this, Su Peisheng left the Yanx Palace.

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