"Yes, Imperial Preceptor!"
The soldier nodded repeatedly, frightened out of his wits.
They all knew the Imperial Preceptor was so broke he was desperate. Anyone who dared interrupt him while he replenished his energy would be physically sent to Namo Bodhisattva.
"Mm, not bad!"
Master San Nong nodded in satisfaction, then turned and headed toward the bonfire feast.
At that moment—
Qin Feng sat high in the seat of honor, with Zi Yuan beside him.
As for Tian Tian, she had been sent below to sit on the same step as the Prairie King.
Zi Yuan could pretend not to see other things, and she had no interest in managing them. But when it came to the position of Empress of Great Qin, even Yu Lan would have to give way to her.
"That's so unfair!"
Tian Tian pouted, feeling aggrieved.
She had thought she'd be safe with the witch Yu Lan away, but who knew Zi Yuan's blows would hurt so much too?
Even in front of her father, Zi Yuan showed no mercy when she hit her.
I'll just have to comfort her tonight!
Qin Feng gave her a helpless look, showing that he really couldn't do anything about it.
Leaving aside the fact that Zi Yuan had won the approval of her mother, Yun Xiyue, Tian Tian's status as a little princess of the prairie meant she could never win the acceptance of the people of the Central Plains.
The resentment between the two sides ran too deep to be resolved overnight.
A princess from a foreign land could at most be made a Noble Consort. If she were made Empress, the people of the Central Plains would never agree.
Have all the women of the Central Plains died out?
*Or are foreign women better than those