In the Loulan Queen’s delegation, besides Mo Yi, there were several renowned talents from the Western Regions. Lu Yuan introduced them to ng Qianqian one by one.
"Swordsman Mo Ye, with a Mo Ye Sword that seals the title of a marquis with blood, no less powerful than Chen Long’s Azure Dragon Sword."
"Is that sothing the Loulans themselves claim?"
"Let’s assu so."
Lu Yuan and his brother-in-law did not get along, but he didn’t want to undermine his own credibility.
"Divine Archer He Fei."
"Central Plains origin?"
Both his appearance and na seed so, hence ng Qianqian’s question.
Lu Yuan nodded: "His parents were from the Central Plains, but he was born and raised in Loulan. Did you see the bow on his back?"
Envoys entering the palace must disarm, not allowed to bear any ice blades.
Although He Fei carried a large bow on his back, his quiver was left outside the palace.
"This bow is called the Overlord Bow, said to be a stone heavier than the Houyi Bow."
"He looks slender but can pull such a heavy bow; his arm strength and inner strength are exceptional indeed."
Without needing to try it herself, ng Qianqian could tell that it was a heavy bow.
However, in archery, a heavier bow doesn’t always give an advantage; it’s about uniting man and bow as one.
ng Qianqian looked again at the other’s face.
Indeed, he had sharp and steady eyes, suitable for an archer.
Lu Yuan then pointed to the most burly man: "Loulan’s number one warrior, Du Nu, with innate divine strength."
At this, ng Lang, who was silent until now, suddenly scoffed in disdain.
"You have an opinion?"
ng Qianqian asked.
Scoffing at her was one thing, but not at her husband.
There were no peaches at the banquet, so ng Lang awkwardly munched on a crisp date: "How are there so many with innate divine strength, just scaring ourselves in the Central Plains."
ng Qianqian nodded: "What you say isn’t unreasonable."
ng Lang was surprised: "Huh?"
ng Qianqian asked: "Did you expect to argue with you?"
ng Lang neither confird nor denied.
ng Qianqian said: "You’re right; I wouldn’t argue."
ng Lang muttered: "Then what about before..."
ng Qianqian smiled slightly: "Before, when you got into trouble, it was well-deserved."
ng Lang’s face darkened.
There were quite a few people in the Loulan delegation, but only two or three were worth ntioning to ng Qianqian by Lu Yuan.
The elegant man in a white robe was Loulan Musician Yu Chenglou.
His music enchanted people, killing unseen.
The fifty-year-old man, leaning on a skull-topped cane and wearing animal pelts with his hair down, was a wizard of Loulan.
ng Qianqian marveled: "Loulan also has wizards? Related to the witches of Miaojiang?"
Lu Yuan said: "In earlier tis, they shared the sa origin, but that was hundreds of years ago. Now, Witch Mountain and Loulan have nothing to do with each other."
ng Qianqian mused: "The Loulan witch gives a very sinister feeling."
While the witches of Miaojiang seem like divine ssengers, wearing mysterious veils, sacred and inviolable.
It was hard to imagine that hundreds of years ago, they shared the sa heritage.
Sothing must have happened, splitting them into two factions, continuing their legacies separately.
And both sides’ legacies had clearly been screened and chosen.
One righteous, one sinister.
ng Qianqian looked at the Loulan witch and said: "In the world, everything is intertwined and ever-changing. Righteousness isn’t necessarily good, nor sinisterness evil; it depends on the path taken and the deeds sought."
At this point, she suddenly paused.
Lu Yuan noticed her anomaly: "What’s the matter?"
ng Qianqian’s gaze fell on the skull.
This thing was too eerie, and many officials in the hall cast it odd looks.
So it was not surprising for ng Qianqian to keep looking at it.
But Lu Yuan sensed her gaze on the skull was different.
ng Qianqian shook her head: "I can’t say clearly, it’s a kind of... déjà vu, as if I’ve seen it sowhere, but I can’t recall where at the mont."
ng Lang sneered: "Read too many storybooks? Just filled with useless stuff..."
"Watch your mouth!"
Tan’er punched him on the head, promptly leaving a big bump.
ng Lang flared up, clutching his head and glaring at her: "When did you get here?"
Tan’er combatively put her hands on her hips: "I was here when you were badmouthing my sister! Next ti you dare, I’ll bust your head!"
ng Lang winced with pain, and more importantly, getting hit by a young girl was really embarrassing.
Indeed, quite a few people had seen his embarrassnt, prompting a bout of muffled laughter.
ng Lang, both ashad and angry, couldn’t act out on the spot, leaving him seething inside.
Tan’er sat beside ng Qianqian on the other side, the place for Treasure Piggy still reserved.
"Where’s Zhaozhao?"
ng Qianqian asked.
Tan’er replied: "Awake, gone to fetch bird nests with Qing Shuang."
The little fellow was treating the Imperial Palace like her own ho, leaving ng Qianqian both amused and bemused.
"How is the Supre Emperor?"
She hadn’t gone to pay her respects yet.
Tan’er took a piece of Osmanthus Cake: "Very well! The Supre Emperor said after the banquet, you and the Grand Commander should visit Zhaoming Palace!"
"Good."
ng Qianqian agreed.
ng Lang asked lanie resentfully: "I’ve also t with the Supre Emperor; why didn’t you ask ?"
Tan’er, across from ng Qianqian and Lu Yuan, stuck out her tongue and made a face at him: "Just won’t ask you, nah!"
"Hmph~ not bickering with children."
ng Lang turned his face away.
Tan’er retorted: "You’re the kid!"
As they talked, the Loulan Queen, with her envoys, had reached the center of the main hall.
She raised her right hand, palm inward, pressing her left shoulder, making a Loulan gesture of sovereign and subject: "Ayimulan, leading the Loulan envoys, greets Your Majesty. Long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"
The Loulan envoys echoed: "Long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"
Even Ayimulan’s voice was imbued with the heroism and dominance of a powerful woman, trendously penetrating, echoing throughout the hall.
The echo of the others couldn’t suppress her aura.
Zong Zhengxi was no longer the young emperor of old; he too now carried the authority and majesty befitting a monarch.
The young emperor said unhurriedly: "Rise, Loulan Queen and all the envoys."
Ayimulan: "Thank Your Majesty."
The envoys: "Thank Your Majesty."
Zong Zhengxi pointed to the lower left seats: "Loulan Queen and envoys, please be seated."
After Ayimulan sat down, the envoys followed suit.
She sat alone, with only a maid by her side.
In the seat below her was the Loulan wizard.
While her confidant Mo Yi knelt behind her, ready to protect her and eliminate all dangers for her.
It appeared that these two were the most important to Ayimulan.
Tan’er leaned close to ng Qianqian: "Sister, which one is Mo Yi? Did he really kill his own father?"
At this silent mont in the hall, Tan’er’s words were like a stone dropping into a serene lake.
ng Lang whistled gleefully.
Mo Yi spoke calmly: "I am Mo Yi, and I killed my biological father, so what?"
Tan’er clapped in admiration: "Well done! Gutsy!"
Mo Yi: "..."
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