"Hoping so," Huo Qingtong said flatly. It was not because she missed him, but because she worried about the prospects of an alliance between the Muzhuolun Tribe and the Ming Cult. Now that the Mongol Empire's Western Expedition had ended and it was turning its spearhead eastward, the Hui Tribe stood directly in its path. The pressure they faced was unimaginable.
The Fu sisters had been arranged to stay in a separate courtyard within the imperial palace. They had not expected people from the Muzhuolun Tribe to visit them, but now that they were alone and helpless, they needed the strength of other factions to contend with the Mongol Empire. Naturally, they would not reject the olive branch offered to them.
Fu Junzhuo and Fu Junyu had both been exceptionally beautiful to begin with. Now, gravely injured, their faces looked somewhat pale and weak. Yet this did not diminish their beauty in the slightest; rather, it made them appear all the more pitiful and delicate.
The moment Huo Ayi entered and saw them, his eyes went straight. Even Chen Jialuo, who always prided himself on being a gentleman, could not help giving them a few extra glances.
Huo Qingtong took it all in and could not help blushing. She somewhat regretted bringing her brother along, but he was the true heir of the Muzhuolun Tribe. Without him appearing in person, an alliance with Goryeo would not seem sufficiently solemn.
Worried about offending them, Huo Qingtong hurriedly inquired after the sisters' injuries. The two sides exchanged friendly yet courteous pleasantries, and when she felt the time was right, she finally revealed her purpose.
"An alliance?" The sisters exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in the other's eyes. "Only the two of us remain of the Goryeo delegation now, and even