After several days of sailing, the diplomatic team arrived at the shore. They got off the boat with unsteady steps and looked at the town not far away. They saw the strong-bodied women walking back and forth with a dazed look in their eyes.

Uh, this is Beixia, my head is a little buzzing.

Jiang Sheng was a little stunned: "Brother, these are women? How can women be so strong and muscular, and men are almost invisible? Isn't it the opposite of Da Gan?"

Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Ahem, maybe that's the case. Beixia is different from other countries. Maybe it's because women are stronger than men."

"Okay, we can go to Youdu now."

Youdu is the capital of Beixia, which is equivalent to the capital of Dagan.

As soon as the group disembarked, envoys from Northern Xia approached. Leading the group was a dashing-looking woman who bowed and said calmly, "You must be the envoys from Dagan, right? I am Ning Shuang, the Empress has specially ordered me to take you to Youdu."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two of them got on the carriage to Youdu.

There wasn't much politeness along the way. There were rest stops along the way. By the window on the second floor of the inn, the three of them sat facing each other, looking down.

The third prince Li Qing looked down, and the shy man felt a chill and a little pain in his eyes. He forced himself to force a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Young General, I hope this prince can return home safe and sound this time. If not, staying here would be more painful than death. The men here are completely devoid of masculinity."

Jiang Ling knew what His Majesty meant. He wanted to abandon the Third Prince for a marriage. Marriage meant marrying a prince and forever losing the qualification to compete for the throne.

Competing for favor with so many men is indeed a life worse than death.

He sighed and looked at the other side with sympathy: "Don't worry, Third Prince. I know very little about Beixia and I really don't know the real situation here."

"But we are here this time to form an alliance with Beixia. In order to achieve great things, sometimes sacrifices are necessary. I beg your patience, Third Prince."

The Third Prince smiled bitterly and said, "Jiang Ling, you and I have known each other for many years. There is no need to be so reserved in front of me. If I am really left behind, can you come with me..."

Jiang Ling refused without even thinking about it. There were so many things going on in the Northern Wilderness, and he would definitely not stay. He had already thought of a way to deal with it, and he would just wait and see how it went.

"Third Prince, I absolutely cannot stay here. The Xiongnu are still eyeing us covetously. If I stay in Beixia, what will happen to the Northern Wasteland?"

"You have two younger brothers."

"...Well, I won't stay."

The third prince smiled bitterly and looked out the window with a sad face. His whole body was filled with sadness and he had no appetite at all. The closer he got to Youdu, the more nervous he became.

Jiang Sheng sat aside and ate slowly. After eating, he wanted to go out for a walk to see the local customs and culture. After this time, he might not have such a good opportunity again.

After the two brothers had eaten their fill, they glanced at the half-dead Third Prince, shook their heads, and went straight to the street.

There are stalls on the streets, and women can be seen everywhere shouting. Men can also be seen, but they are very rare.

There was a loud slapping sound.

A sturdy woman slapped the man and started cursing, "You have no sense at all. You can't even do such a small thing. You should stay at home and take care of the children in the future."

The man covered his beaten face and stood aside wiping away his tears in grievance.

Jiang Sheng, Jiang Ling: “……!!”

Sure enough, no matter how many times I see it, it still hurts my eyes.

"Ahem, big brother, let's go quickly. There are so many people looking at us. Why don't we go to the bridge over there? There are fewer people watching over there."

"Well, let's go over there."

Several pairs of eyes followed them, or to be more precise, they fell on Jiang Ling. There were few men with such good looks, not to mention that he had a murderous aura, which they had never seen before.

Jiang Sheng quickly followed. The two of them stood by the river, looking at the women chasing after them, and let out a long sigh.

"Huhu, this place is really a bit scary. Brother, I feel a little sympathetic towards the Third Prince now. How will he live from now on?"

"...Instead of sympathizing with him, it's better to sympathize with us. We can adapt to the situation when the time comes. If he really takes a fancy to us, then forget about face and return home."

The two brothers stood by the river, staring at the clear water in a trance.

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard a burst of playful noises.

Bei Yueli led the others onto the boat and urged, "Boatman, row faster. Don't let them catch up. Hurry up."

The guards behind him were on another boat and said anxiously, "Young Master, what are you doing? You'd better go back quickly, otherwise we won't be able to explain to you."

"Okay, I've been cooped up for days now. I finally got out this time, so I don't want to go back so easily."

"Furong, come out and play with me."

Furong pulled the corner of her mouth helplessly: "Young Master, the master said that a powerful envoy was coming recently and asked you not to run out. Why didn't you listen?"

Of course Bei Yueli wouldn't listen. She just wanted to go out for a walk. So much time had passed, why hadn't that person come to Beixia? Maybe they would never see each other again in this lifetime.

He waved his hand and said perfunctorily: "It's okay, I will be back before then and won't be late to meet the envoy."

"Why did my mother agree to allow people from other countries to enter Beixia this time? Isn't it against it? But it would be fine if they were big guns."

"I hate the people of Yan the most. They have so many tricks up their sleeves that it's exhausting to talk to them. As for the people of Donglin, humph, their eyes are so annoying."

Furong glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and was stunned by what she saw.

Bei Yueli saw her lost in thought and waved her hand in front of her: "Furong, what's wrong with you? What are you looking at that makes you so lost in thought?"

"...Immortal, young master, look, there's an immortal over there."

"Huh? Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?"

Following her line of sight, I saw the person standing in a white dress as white as snow, talking and laughing with someone. As for that person, his eyes fell on the other person's face and he was stunned.

Bei Yueli's eyes slowly lit up, and there was only one thought in her mind: he was here, he actually came to Beixia.

This is fate, the fate given by God.

"Boatman, hurry up. I want to go over there, so please row faster."

The boatman looked helpless. These two people were really difficult to deal with. He could only turn around and row in that direction.

Jiang Ling and Jiang Sheng were talking. Seeing that it was getting late, they said softly, "Let's go back and have a good rest. We have to travel early tomorrow morning."

"If you want to come out, then come out at night."

"Well, I'll go out dressed as a woman at night. It's too uncomfortable to go out dressed as a man. Those looks are uncomfortable."