In the West Flower Hall, Xue Yuanchu was greeting several old friends and military generals.

Suddenly, a uniform response came from outside the window: "I will follow the old lady's instructions!"

Marquis Wu'an stroked his beard and smiled, "The old lady is still so decisive in managing the household."

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, uncle."

Xue Yuanchu bowed and caught a glimpse of his younger brother Xue Zhongfu dealing with officials from the Ministry of Rites in the corridor. The crimson official uniform of Baron Yicheng was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Suddenly, the doorman hurried through the corridor and whispered a few words in Xue Zhong's ear.

The old housekeeper's expression changed slightly. He quickly walked to Xue Yuanchu's side and leaned over to say, "My Lord, the Western Rong prince Nurhadu is here to visit. He said he came to congratulate the couple on their double nobility."

The teacup hit the tray, making a crisp sound.

During the banquet, several generals simultaneously pressed their hands on their waists. Although they were not wearing swords, it was an instinctive reaction.

Xue Yuanchu put down the teacup and suddenly laughed out loud, "How can I neglect a distinguished guest?" After saying that, he stood up, and the corner of his robe blew up a gust of wind.

Outside the Chuihua Gate, Nurhadu stood with his hands behind his back.

He was not wearing military uniform today. He was dressed in a dark brocade robe that made his features look sharp as a knife. He only had a mutton-fat jade pendant hanging around his waist, which made him look even more noble than the other guests in the courtyard who were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Nurhaci's situation in the capital was quite delicate.

As an ally who had joined forces with Xue Yuanchu to repel the Northern Di, he should have been treated with courtesy; but as a prince of the Western Rong, his identity was particularly sensitive.

The ministers in the court were polite to him but were secretly wary of him, and every eye in the court was trying to guess the emperor's intentions.

The fate, honor and disgrace of this foreign prince all depended on the decision of Emperor Li Longze.

Seeing Xue Yuanchu striding towards him, he placed his right hand on his chest and performed a Western Rong salute: "Lord Xue, how are you?"

"The prince has come from afar, bringing glory to our humble home."

When Xue Yuanchu returned the greeting, his eyes swept across the other person's empty waist, and he didn't even have a decorative sword.