The people of Beimo knew very well that it would be futile to continue fighting. With Marquis Anguo and the Qilin Army around, they could not win.
So without much hesitation, Beimo decided to surrender, pay homage to Daxia, and sign a document of peace and submission.
Jimu and a group of ministers came to Ganmo City and performed a ceremony of paying homage to Marquis Anguo.
When he thought of the phrase "take Jimu's head", King Beimo felt a little resistance and unspeakable fear in his heart. What if Marquis Anguo suddenly changed his mind and refused to accept the peace talks, he could kill them all.
Fortunately, the ceremony went smoothly and Marquis Anguo signed the document on behalf of Daxia, bringing the war to an end.
Afterwards, Beimo would send envoys to pay compensation to Daxia and bring tribute to Shangjing to present to the Emperor of Daxia.
From then on, as a vassal state, it had to pay tribute to Daxia every year.
The King of Beimo looked slightly serious. "We didn't lose to Daxia, but to Marquis Anguo and his Qilin Army."
The ministers of Beimo sighed one after another. Yes, if Daxia did not have Marquis Anguo, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in this battle.
The King of Beimo's face grew solemn, and he sighed with regret, "If we were given a Marquis of Anguo, Daxia would sooner or later be incorporated into Beimo's territory. Unfortunately, there is no such assumption."
The Marquis of Anguo left a deep shadow on them, and they had no choice but to submit to him obediently.
Here, Jiang Qingyao was soaking in a pool of mixed flower petals of various colors, letting the maids from Beimo play with her.
Not only did she take a fragrant bath, but the maids also applied perfumed ointment and powder to her, and even sprinkled some special fragrant oil made from the Northern Desert on her hair.
Jiang Qingyao felt like she was completely marinated.
"A-choo." She sneezed and sniffed, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"What am I going to do? Who am I going to meet?" Jiang Qingyao wondered.
No matter who you meet, you don't have to be so fragrant!
Even the clothes they wore were scented and they wore sachets around their waists.
The maids dressed her up exquisitely from head to toe.
After a while, the maid came over with a crown that looked very heavy and embellished with gems, and wanted to put it on her.
Jiang Qingyao quickly asked, "Am I getting married?"
The maid shook her head and spoke in a rather unauthentic Xia dialect: "No, you are our honored guest from Beimo. We have to dress you up formally to show our sincerity."
"Then I'd rather not." Jiang Qingyao was worried about her neck. "Please make me some simple pearl hairpins."
The maidservant did not dare to refute, "Yes."
Soon, the maids took her to the hall where the ceremony was held.
With just one glance, Jiang Qingyao's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the dark green figure.
Without even noticing it, her eyebrows raised, she lifted her skirt and ran towards him at a much faster pace.
As a result, she accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt and fell forward.
People really shouldn't get carried away by success, as it's easy to get into trouble if they do.
Jiang Qingyao thought she was going to fall flat on her face in front of everyone.
However, He Zheng seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned around and hugged her.
The fragrant wind blows——
Fragrance, the most fragrant one ever.
He Zheng's eyebrows twitched.
Others exclaimed, "She is indeed the most beautiful woman in Shangjing," and she is truly stunning.
In their opinion, Jiang Qingyao couldn't wait to throw herself into He Zheng's arms. It seemed that she was not only beautiful, but also had a passionate personality.
No one can resist such a stunning and passionate beauty.
Being suddenly hugged, Jiang Qingyao supported herself on He Zheng's armor with her hands and did not get out of his arms immediately.
Instead, he looked up and looked carefully at his appearance.
"You've lost weight."
He Zheng's eyes suddenly changed, and he uttered a low "hmm". The "you too" on the tip of his tongue disappeared immediately when it touched her plump and rosy face.
As if she understood what he hadn't said, Jiang Qingyao's eyebrows curved, "I've also gained a few pounds."
A smile appeared on He Zheng's lips, and the hostility and ferocity of fighting faded away, with a gentle look in his eyes.
He tightened his arms around Jiang Qingyao, holding her tighter in his arms.
The dark blue cloak covered the two people.
Because they were leaning too close, Jiang Qingyao could smell a faint scent of cold pine, which was the scent of He Zheng.
Only now did she realize what was happening and felt a little embarrassed.
She immediately distanced herself from him, touched her armor, and whispered, "It's a little rough."
He Zheng then let her go, but he untied the armor with one hand and handed it to Xi Feng beside him.
He turned around, bent down, and said, "Come up."
Jiang Qingyao was slightly startled. Although she almost fell, she didn't sprain her ankle.
She paused for only a moment, then leaned over without any hesitation, her arms naturally around his neck.
"Are you tired?" she whispered in He Zheng's ear.
"Not tired." He Zheng was as concise as ever.
The next second, he added, "You are very light."
Jiang Qingyao's face felt a little hot, and she felt very happy.
She felt that Marquis Anguo seemed the same as before, but also seemed to be different in some way.
Maybe it's because he's experienced danger and could have been separated from his life by the slightest mistake, so he's more natural and honest?
He Zheng's back was very broad, and she found a comfortable position, resting her head on it and resting her face on his back.
He carried her on his back and walked down the stairs easily.
At this time, Xi Feng's mouth corners were already showing a frown, and the soldiers next to him also showed their big teeth after He Zheng and the others passed by.
There is no such thing as seriousness or sternness.
The King of Beimo and his ministers were stunned, unable to hide their astonishment.
How could the Marquis of Anguo be so doting on a woman?
He was completely different from the cold and ruthless person he had been to them just now.
"Treasure it like a precious jade, love it to the bone."
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