Nurhachi was riding on his horse, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, but his face showed a depressed and incomprehensible expression.

Ever since he had a fleeting encounter with the young woman at the farm at the foot of Liquan Mountain, he had been obsessed with her and could not forget her for a long time.

After returning, he sent his confidants to inquire about the woman's whereabouts, but he only learned that the place was the farm of a wealthy family in the capital. After that, there was no trace of the woman anywhere.

As the palace gate gradually approached, the envoy beside him gently pulled the reins, and the horse immediately slowed down its pace.

Nurhadu also subconsciously looked up at the palace gate, but the scene in front of him made him stunned for a moment.

The familiar face he had been thinking about day and night was now helping a graceful old woman slowly get into a carriage.

In stark contrast to her plain attire at the farm that day, she was now dressed in expensive clothes and looked elegant and refined, like an orchid quietly blooming in the valley, captivating people at first sight.

"Whoa--" Nurhadu couldn't help but tighten the reins, and the horse let out a long neigh.

Seeing this, the personal guards beside him could not help but feel puzzled. They had never seen Nurhadu lose his composure like this. Usually he was always calm and composed, and he would remain calm even when faced with a crisis.

When Nurhadu rushed to the palace gate, the carriage had already started slowly and was moving away.

He had seen the eye-catching family emblem on the carriage at the farm before, and he still stared at it from afar, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, please take off your sword and follow me in!" The young eunuch was still waiting in front of the palace gate. He had just seen off Xue Yuanchu and was now waiting for the arrival of the envoy of the Western Rong delegation and his entourage.

Everyone dismounted. The envoy and Nurha took off the scimitars at their waists according to etiquette and handed them to the guards behind them. Then they followed the young eunuch into the deep palace.

On the way, Nurhadu pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Could it be some prince that the eunuch just sent out?"

The young eunuch couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this, thinking that the people of this foreign country couldn't even distinguish between a prince and a minister, so he showed off his knowledge: "The one just now was the son of the Marquis of Xingyuan. He can't be compared with a natural-born royal noble."

After hearing this, Nurhadu laughed heartily, pretending to be vulgar and ignorant: "So that's how it is. When I saw that young woman just now, I thought she was the Empress of the Palace!"

The young eunuch glanced at him sideways, his contempt growing even stronger. He then said in a lecturing tone, "Sir, please don't talk nonsense. That girl is a daughter of the Marquis's family, of noble status. You shouldn't talk nonsense."

As soon as Nurha stopped, the gloomy look on his face for the past few days disappeared immediately, and a barely perceptible smile appeared under his beard.

However, this subtle change did not escape the eyes of the envoy beside him. He realized that Nurhadu was pretending to be frivolous and rude in order to find out the news about the young woman.

But Nurhadu was completely different from his father, Zuo Xian Wang. Zuo Xian Wang had many wives and concubines, but he was not interested in women. It was really puzzling that he cared so much about a woman. While he was thinking about it, the two of them had arrived at the door of Qianqing Hall.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, Chen Jin, who had just come from the Silijian, stood in the hall, looking at Nurhadu outside the door with a deep gaze. He was obviously the son that Zuo Xian Wang valued most at the moment.

Chen Jin stared at Nurhadu's face and felt a strange feeling. He keenly discovered that the other party's blood seemed to be flowing with the blood of the Great Zhou, and he was not a pure Western Rong person.

This morning, the Imperial Guards successfully intercepted the eloped Miss Dong and her lover Liu Zixue at the residence of the Guard Captain Dong.

As soon as Liu Zixue was taken to the imperial prison, he was frightened by the torture room and the various torture instruments hanging there, and he confessed his crimes like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

However, his confession was inconsistent with what Miss Dong said.

His confession said that he killed Chunhong not because of her sarcasm, but because Dong Xinhui saw that Chunhong was wearing expensive jewelry, and the silver and jewelry she had taken with her when she eloped that day had been pawned, so she became greedy and asked Liu Zixue to rob her of her money and kill her.

Later, because they saw the fire and the barking of hunting dogs on Liquan Mountain, they panicked and hurriedly pushed Chunhong's body into the lake to destroy it.

However, in this vortex of power, no matter who masterminded the murder, it seems insignificant.

As long as they do not cause disputes between the Western Rong delegation and the imperial court, these two tiny lives are destined to be ruthlessly crushed like ants in the dust.

Li Longze solemnly announced to the Western Rong envoys, "The next morning, I will personally lead the civil and military officials to the city gate to see the Western Rong delegation off on their return journey."

The Ministry of Rites has already arranged a farewell ceremony, and not only that, it also rewarded a lot of gold, silver and antiques to demonstrate the great grace and prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Upon hearing this, the envoy's face lit up with gratitude. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Emperor of the Great Zhou, for your generosity and kindness. Although this visit has had its ups and downs, your Majesty's wisdom and fairness are truly admirable. Upon returning to Xirong, I will report in detail to the royal court on the Emperor's wisdom and virtue."

Li Longze smiled and responded, "I also hope that the border between Xirong and Dazhou can exchange what they have and prosper together."

The envoy expressed his gratitude again, then said goodbye to Li Longze and left the imperial city.

At the gate of the imperial city, Nurha did not follow the envoy and the guards back to the camp. "I have something to do in the east of the city. You should go back to the camp first."

The guards nodded in agreement, and Nurha mounted his horse alone, galloping straight to the Xingyuan Marquis Mansion in the east of the city.

Xingyuan Marquis Mansion? So she is the daughter of Xingyuan Marquis Mansion...

For the people of Xirong, the three words "Xingyuan Hou" were as shocking as thunder.

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