Love at first sight, that's it.

Tong Ruita sat by the window, and the moment he saw Dolan, his heart, usually so rough and tough, softened like a pool of spring water.

With the keen eye he had used to scout the enemy on the battlefield, he quickly sized up Dolan from head to toe.

He didn't know if she was engaged. But she was definitely an unmarried young woman, and not from the capital.

Tong Ruita rushed downstairs, stood in front of Dolan, and blocked her way.

"Miss, would you like to drink?" Tong Ruita asked.

Orondai, who was following closely behind, heard these words and covered his face with his hands, too ashamed to face anyone.

If any girl heard this, her servants would probably beat her to death.

Dolan looked up in surprise at Tong Ruita, who was two heads taller and half her width, and smiled gently, her eyes crinkling: "I came to the capital to try the wine here and compare it with Mongolian wine, to see what the difference is. I found this tavern after asking around for a long time. You just came from there, was their wine good?"

Tong Ruita had never thought that a person's voice could sound so beautiful.

He said, "It tastes good, but I also brew wine. Would you like to try some?"

Orondai quickly pulled him back a few steps: "Please don't be offended, young lady. My brother is simple-minded and has no bad intentions. If he said anything offensive to you, please forgive him."

Dolan said gently, "I know this young master means no harm, otherwise my servants would have already come to his aid. You are kind-hearted, and I am not a scoundrel."

"Young lady, my surname is Tong, my given name is Ruita, and I live in the Tong family mansion on East Street. I am sixteen years old, unmarried, and have no betrothal, nor do I have any concubines in my household. My official rank in the court is that of a first-rank viscount, not a very prestigious family background, but I will strive to earn more military merits." Tong Ruita introduced herself anxiously and honestly.

Dolan looked at Tong Ruita with surprise: "I've heard of you. You're the one who killed Galdan and defeated the Dzungars, right?"

Orondai took a step back and fell silent. He had really talked too much; perhaps this kid's lucky star was just around the corner.

“I was the one who killed Galdan, but defeating the Dzungars was not solely my achievement. You cannot say that,” Tong Ruita said honestly.

“You’re a true hero, I admire you so much.” Dolan gave Tong Ruita a thumbs up.

Judging from Tong Ruita and Orondai's attire, it's clear they're not from ordinary families.

Although Dolan spoke softly, she acted with great generosity and decisiveness: "My name is Dolan, daughter of the Khalkha prince of the northern desert, of the Borjigit clan. The Emperor has granted me a residence in the capital, and my younger brother, Tsering, will be coming to the capital with our grandmother next year."

Once Dolan said that, Orondai knew her identity.

In fact, she is a direct descendant of Genghis Khan, so her status is quite high.

Tong Ruita was somewhat dejected: "You are a princess, so I cannot ask for your hand in marriage. Princess, are you willing to wait for me for two years? I will volunteer to the emperor and go to the battlefield to make meritorious contributions tomorrow. If I can be promoted to earl, I will give your family a betrothal gift. If not, I will not delay your marriage."

"I haven't thought about marriage during my trip to the capital. If Young Master Tong is truly interested, you can visit me after my grandmother arrives in the capital," Dolan said frankly.

The conversation between the two broadened Orondai's horizons.

In such a short time, having only met a few times, they already seem to have feelings for each other?

Orondai felt deeply that he couldn't keep up with the young people and didn't understand their way of doing things.

In short, Dolan was relieved that he hadn't angered Tongreita.

"Will the princess still drink?" Tong Ruita asked innocently, but at this moment she knew how to take advantage of people's kindness.

Dolan nodded. She was craving some wine, and having finally found a tavern, she was determined to satisfy her craving.

“Yes, I will,” Dolan said.

“Then I’ll keep you company. I have a private room in this restaurant. It’s not safe for a young lady like you to sit in the lobby. It’s better to sit in a private room.” Tong Ruita directly claimed the private room in Orondai for herself.

Orondai kept quiet and didn't expose him. If his unfortunate cousin could really marry a Mongolian princess, it would be a great thing for him.

We're all family, no need to be so formal.

Dolan was followed by a maid and two burly men. She walked with Tong Ruita without any fear or hesitation.

Orondai followed along, but after only a few steps, he was stopped by Tong Ruita.

"Big brother, you should go home. I won't see you off." Tong Ruita had found someone she liked and no longer wanted her older brother.

Orondai was deeply hurt. He regretted once again that he hadn't learned kung fu properly back then, otherwise he could have given this brat a good beating to vent his anger.

“Eighth brother, a man and a woman alone in a room is bad for the princess’s reputation. It’s better if I’m there.” Orondai was very worried about Tong Ruita.

Tong Ruita thought about it and agreed: "Then you should come along, eldest cousin. Maybe we'll need you when we propose marriage in the future."

Orondai remained silent, worried that if he opened his mouth, he would start cursing.

Despite her delicate appearance and fair complexion, Dolan is surprisingly good at drinking, seemingly able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Not only that, after several jars of wine, her face didn't even turn red, her eyes remained clear, and she showed no signs of intoxication whatsoever.

Orondai silently agreed. He had initially worried that the princess's easy departure with Tong Ruita might be for ulterior motives. Now, it was clear that she was skilled and bold, confident and unafraid.

It's surprising that Dolan, a delicate and fragile woman, and Tong Ruita, a rough and unrefined man, could find common ground in conversation.

Orondai sat to the side, acting as a good elder brother looking after his junior.

Listening to Dolan's witty remarks, I couldn't help but admire him.

As expected of a descendant of Genghis Khan, this keen sense of the battlefield is ingrained in their very bones and blood.

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