Behind him, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Zhao Min, and the others merely offered token bows.
Duan Zhengming's expression remained unchanged. With a faint smile, he raised a hand in invitation. "So it is Prince Nomukhan. Since you have come, please take a seat. Today is a family banquet. If you do not mind, join us for a few drinks."
Servants immediately brought over chairs and added several seats around the round table.
Nomukhan did not stand on ceremony and sat down boldly.
Zhao Min, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and the others took their seats in turn.
Lin Xuan noticed that after Zhao Min sat down, her gaze swept over everyone at the table before finally settling on him.
What a handsome man!
Lin Xuan noticed Zhao Min's gaze. Rather than avoiding it, he raised his wine cup toward her and gave her a meaningful smile.
Zhao Min froze slightly, then raised the cup before her in a distant toast, the corner of her lips curving upward.
This subtle exchange drew no one else's attention.
At that moment, everyone's attention was focused on Nomukhan.
After sitting down, Nomukhan had no interest in eating at all. He glanced at the table full of delicacies, and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.
He turned to Duan Zhengming and got straight to the point, his tone aggressive:
"Your Majesty, I am a straightforward man. I do not like beating around the bush."
"Your Majesty! The Mongol delegation... requests an audience!"
The wine cup in Duan Zhengming's hand paused slightly, and an imperceptible chill flashed through his eyes.
"These Mongols certainly are impatient."
He slowly set down his cup and asked calmly, "Did I not say that I have been unwell these past few days and need peace and quiet to