Today, Luo Yuning stands tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding a calm and confident aura. Every time she speaks, her words are as clear and articulate as a meticulously woven brocade.

Each argument is like a solid foundation, building a convincing fortress of reasoning.

Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing in every corner of the court, as if telling the story of her perseverance and growth along the way.

Qin Qianluo knew the hardships she had endured behind the scenes, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She felt genuinely happy and proud of her remarkable transformation.

At the other end of the court, the two prime ministers, Su Jinyun and Pei Yanci, were like wise men who understood the ways of the world, observing this fierce debate with a detached and indifferent attitude.

Dressed in magnificent attire, they stood calmly and composed in their positions, as if the surrounding noise and strife could not disturb the tranquility in their hearts.

Their eyes held a depth and wisdom, like undercurrents hidden beneath a calm lake surface—seemingly undisturbed, yet possessing a keen understanding of the situation.

Like anglers sitting calmly on their fishing platform, they are not in a hurry to strike, but patiently waiting for the best opportunity.

We await the situation to become clearer so that we can make the most appropriate decision.

In the imperial court, the debate between the two factions had reached a fever pitch. Their heated words were like arrows flying across a battlefield, going back and forth without yielding to each other.

The faction led by Gu Qingshi consisted of veteran officials who had weathered many storms in the imperial court and were highly respected.

They were dressed in solemn court attire, their expressions serious and dignified, their words filled with a steadfast commitment to national etiquette and decorum.

They believed that Chengxiao Kingdom had always been known as a land of etiquette and its reputation for benevolence spread far and wide.

Since the King of Miao has come from afar with sincere intentions and gifts, refusing him entry would undoubtedly damage the image of a great nation and discourage people from all directions from paying tribute.

This is not only about the dignity and magnanimity of the nation, but also about demonstrating to the world Chengxiao's inclusive and tolerant spirit.

They firmly believe that treating the Miao king with courtesy will not only enhance friendship between the two countries, but also bring long-term benefits and peace to the nation.

Therefore, they firmly advocated welcoming the Miao King with the most solemn and sincere ceremony, so that he could feel the warmth and friendliness of Chengxiao Kingdom.

Meanwhile, the other side, led by Luo Yuning, also argued their case forcefully and refused to back down.

Their expressions were solemn, and their eyes revealed deep concern for the safety of the country.

The Miao region has always been shrouded in mystery and eeriness, with its unique and unpredictable style of doing things.

The Miao king's journey of thousands of miles is of unclear purpose and ulterior motives.

Under these circumstances, rashly allowing him to enter Beijing would undoubtedly put the country at great risk.

They knew all too well that the Miao people were skilled in using Gu insect techniques, a vicious and insidious art that could harm people invisibly and was impossible to defend against.

If an upheaval were to occur in the capital, the consequences would be unimaginable. The people would be plunged into misery, and the very foundation of the nation would be shaken.

Therefore, they insisted on thoroughly investigating the Miao King's intentions and refused to meet him until they were absolutely certain of success.

The two sides were deadlocked, and the atmosphere was so tense that it felt like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

Every word struck like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the assembled officials. Each stood in their respective camps, their expressions solemn, some with furrowed brows, deeply worried about the nation's decisions.

Some blushed and waved their arms excitedly, trying to make their point more convincing.

The entire court seemed to have turned into a fierce battlefield, with a strong smell of gunpowder permeating the air.

The emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown, with a solemn expression.

His gaze slowly swept between the two factions of ministers, his eyes revealing contemplation and weighing of options.

This was no simple decision; it concerned the country's diplomatic relations, the safety of its people, and the rise and fall of the dynasty.

On the one hand, it demonstrates the demeanor of a great power and treats others with courtesy, which may bring opportunities for peace and development to the country.

On the other hand, there is the need for cautious precautions against potential dangers, safeguarding the country's stability and the people's peace.

The path between these two is like walking on a knife's edge; a slight misstep can lead to unpredictable consequences.

After a long silence, the Emperor finally spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful.

As if carrying a thousand pounds of weight: "My mind is made up. Provided that all necessary protective measures are in place, I agree to receive the King of Miao."

This decision was like throwing a boulder into a turbulent lake, instantly creating ripples.

There was a brief moment of astonishment and silence in the court, followed by a murmur of discussion.

Luo Yuning frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she understood that the Emperor's move was a decision made after weighing the pros and cons, so she could only bury her worries deep in her heart.

The veteran officials, including Gu Qingshi, nodded slightly. Although they were somewhat disappointed that they could not receive the Miao King with the highest level of ceremony, they also approved of the emperor's decision.

With the Emperor's decree issued, this heated debate finally came to an end.

The officials gradually calmed down, straightened their court robes, and returned to their places.

The once bustling court, which resembled a battlefield, gradually returned to its usual solemnity and tranquility.

Sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting a soft glow on the polished floor and adding a touch of gentle warmth to the court.

It was as if the heated debate that had just taken place was merely a brief storm, which had already dissipated into the dust of history.

Beneath this seemingly peaceful surface, Chengxiao Kingdom will face unknown challenges in its meeting with the King of Miaojiang.

Ning Chenyi sat steadily on the dragon throne that symbolized supreme imperial power, his posture upright but unable to hide the fatigue between his brows.

He looked down at the crowd below, his eyes filled with weariness and helplessness, watching helplessly as the heated debate finally came to an end.

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