The Price of Breaking the Family Marriage Contract

"Let my father talk to me. You're not qualified." Zara Yun was once a legendary general, formerly the Princess Consort. Dealing with someone like Wendy Yun, a mere novice, was effortless for her.

Zara Yun didn't care about becoming Princess Consort Adrian. If she could gain certain benefits by annulling the engagement, why not do it?

Zara Yun had heard that the Yun Family had a library pavilion filled with all kinds of military strategy books.

As a general who fought on the battlefield, only these things could truly move her heart.

Back then, Lord Yun had earned his title through outstanding military achievements.

So, his collection of books must be extremely rich.

Zara Yun had no interest in needlework, but she was absolutely fascinated by warfare.

She wanted to see if, in this alternate historical era, there were military strategies similar to those from her own world.

She'd had this thought for a long time. The reason she'd held back was to seize the upper hand.

Once Lord Yun or Wendy Yun took the initiative to ask, she would have the advantage.

Sure enough, she waited for it!

Wendy Yun stared at Zara Yun in shock, as if she didn't recognize her at all.

Zara Yun smiled and said, "Big Sister, you don't need to look at me like that. This injury has made me realize something: what doesn't belong to me will never belong to me. My father is a war hero, and as his daughter, I naturally want to inherit his will and become a female general of the Glory Empire. Whether it's being a princess consort or a future empress, I don't care anymore. If you like it, take it. But I want my father to talk to me about this himself."

"You really... gave up?" Wendy Yun still looked incredulous.

Zara Yun took a jade pendant from her bosom and waved it in front of Wendy Yun. "Of course I did! I'm not interested in him at all."

Except for Prince Adrian, she's never loved any other man.

It had always been this way, in her past life and in this one.

Only now did Wendy Yun believe Zara Yun's words. She looked deeply at Zara Yun, "Alright, I'll go talk to Father. I hope you won't regret this."

"I hope you won't regret it, Big Sister." Zara Yun smiled, put away the jade pendant, turned and left. "I'll wait for your good news."

Wendy Yun looked deeply at Zara Yun's departing figure. She finally realized—Zara Yun had changed!

She was no longer the same Zara Yun as before!

Wendy Yun turned and left, and Zara Yun didn't even look back.

She tossed the jade pendant up and down in her hand, a cold smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Her youth belonged in the barracks, not in the inner chambers!

She wanted to shed blood on the battlefield, not shed tears in the rear court!

That evening, Lord Grant did indeed summon Zara Yun.

Zara Yun brought her two maids, Xiaoting and Xiaotai, with her. When she reached the study door, she said to them, "Wait here. Don't let anyone come near!"

"Yes, Miss!" Xiaoting and Xiaotai answered in unison, bowing respectfully.

Zara Yun walked to the study door and knocked. After a moment, Lord Grant's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Zara Yun pushed the door open and saw Lord Grant sitting solemnly behind the massive desk. She stepped forward gracefully and bowed, "Zixiao greets Father."