“Such news is rarely kept secret,” Harzi knew the character of the Gandan nobles well. “They have long coveted the wealth of the Great Zhou and considered it theirs for the taking. Gandan’s pride makes them disdain to hide it.”
Of course, the Gandan nobles are proud, but not to the point of being mentally deficient. This information is limited to the inner city nobles; ordinary people are unaware of it.
All they knew was that the Khan was going to attack the Great Zhou. They had enough food, cotton clothes to keep warm, and even slaves to help with household chores.
From a macro perspective, everyone from Gandan Cong to his subordinates is eagerly anticipating this war.
The upper-class nobles continued the foundation and wealth of the Great Zhou Dynasty, while the ordinary people below wanted to improve their increasingly difficult lives. To some extent, their interests aligned and they were united in purpose.
"hehe……"
Jiang Nuan only had these two words to describe her.
Although Gandan was fierce and brave, its numbers were a major weakness. No matter how weak the Great Zhou was, it wouldn't be bullied by the little Gandan.
Ultimately, it's all about relying on the combined power of the alliance.
However, just as people gather for profit, they also disperse for profit. Gandan can be won over, and the Great Zhou can be turned against them in the same way.
Jiang Nuan didn't voice these thoughts. She didn't really trust Harqi, whom she had just met, even though her son had made such a confident statement.
Taking advantage of the empty room during the change of guard, the group entered the royal city from a hidden corner.
It's not unreasonable for Gandan to covet the Great Zhou. The capital city is not as prosperous as the Northwest. The so-called mansions are nothing more than crudely piled-up stones, with only the fur of the felt tents replaced with stones.
The royal palace is better, looking grand and imposing, but this is only true for other residences in the royal city; in comparison, it is similar to the Northwest Protectorate.
The "luxury house" that Qiqihar bought at great expense is located on the outskirts of the city, less than two miles from the city center.
The house was somewhat dark, but it was well decorated with Gandan cattle bones and wolf skins, and curved knives and bows hung on the walls.
"Please make do with our simple dwelling for now."
Harzi was very uneasy.
He had stayed at a friend's house for a while. The house was bright and spacious, and the yard was full of all kinds of unknown flowers, which were so beautiful and colorful that they were more vibrant than the vast grassland.
And then there's the subtle aroma of tea, the mellow fragrance of strong liquor, and the friendly and sincere attitude...
All of this is in stark contrast to Gandan's experience, making people both yearn for it and feel inferior.
Jiang Nuan was unaware of Halqi's thoughts; otherwise, she would have scoffed at him. This man had gone through countless filters to beautify the Great Zhou Dynasty in such a way.
Only the strong earn respect; this has been true throughout history. However, compared to Gandan's law of the jungle, the Great Zhou is more reserved, and its character and human touch earn it many points.
The treatment Halzi received was absolutely top-notch; to put it more bluntly, they wanted to win him over.
Of course, Jiang Nuan was unaware of these things, and therefore did not understand why Harqi was so fanatical about the Great Zhou, but she did not consider the deeper reasons.
“What are you saying?” Huang Lao Er disagreed. “This house is already very good. A year ago, I couldn’t even live here if I wanted to.”
The house was made of piled stones, and the outside was rather unsightly, but the interior was decorated very well, ten times better than my own house back then, which was always covered in mud.
There's only one thing, no door, which is really unusual.
The family has been living together for less than a year, but when he thinks about the past, Huang Lao Er feels as if it were a lifetime ago, as if it were a dream.
"How could that be?"
Halzi shook his head with a smile, not believing him.
From their first meeting, Harqi felt that Huang Shu was extraordinary, very much like the scion of a high-ranking family his friend had described.
This judgment became an unwavering belief when he met his excessively young mother.
Whose mother is younger than her son? It must be the younger one.
Seeing this, Huang Lao Er emphasized again, "Really, I'm not lying to you."
“Thank you, my friend,” Halqi thought he had accepted Huang Lao Er’s unusual comfort, and walked over to give him a hug. “Your sincerity has made my humble heart strong.”
Forehead……
Huang Lao Er was completely bewildered, not understanding the situation before him, and subconsciously turned his head to Jiang Nuan, "Mother?"
"Don't worry about these things."
“That’s right, none of that matters,” Harzi said in a good mood. “You guys change your clothes and have something to eat first. Once you’re settled, I’ll go and gather information.”
"I'll go with you later."
“No,” Harzi refused without hesitation. “Han faces are too conspicuous. There are only a few in the royal city. If a stranger suddenly comes, the guards will arrest you immediately.”
"It's okay, my mom is good at makeup, she's really good at it."
"real?"
"Um!"
Halchi's doubts vanished half an hour later.
Dark skin, a prominent nose, and eyes that looked smaller...
The person was still the same, but inexplicably he seemed to have grown closer to the Gandan people.
"How amazing!"
"How about I disguise myself as your attendant and follow you?"
"Can!"
After discussing it, the two left together.
"Auntie, shall we wait here?"
"No need, let's go out too. I don't trust the two of them."
From Jiang Nuan's observation, both of them were a bit simple-minded. The second son was a little better, as he knew he wasn't very smart.
As for Harzi, there's nothing to comment on.
It's really hard to feel at ease with them.
After saying that, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the smoothness of the milk tea in his mouth.
Such authentic traditional milk tea is really hard to find in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Jiang Chao didn't like the taste, but she drank it with great relish.
Jiang Chao was truly helpless. He had a lot of questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask them. He could only wait for his aunt to finish drinking.
Jiang Nuan didn't keep Jiang Chao waiting for long. She put on a veil, changed her clothes, and went out directly.
"Auntie," Jiang Chao said in surprise, "are we just going out like this?"
"Otherwise what?" Jiang Nuan looked up in confusion. "You have other ideas?"
"No," Jiang Chao said in disbelief, "We're in the royal city of Handan, and you just casually went out like that? Didn't you hear what Harqi said?"
"Foolish!" Jiang Nuan couldn't help but shake her head. "Have you forgotten that Gandan wants to unite the nations?"
"Then what?"
Seeing that her nephew was so clueless, Jiang Nuan didn't want to explain further. "You'll find out soon enough."
After a short while, Jiang Chao understood what those words meant.
Noble ladies from surrounding countries appeared in Gandan capital, but my aunt, wearing a veil and foreign clothing, was not conspicuous.
Moreover, his timid and hesitant manner really made him look like a servant in a wealthy and powerful household.
Upon realizing this, his face immediately darkened.
My instinct was to straighten my back and "keep it the way it was before, and keep going."
"Alright!"
There was a hint of reluctance in his words, but he didn't dare to delay the important matter.
Seeing this, Jiang Nuan nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he led Jiang Chao to a very conspicuous building, which was the largest trading place in the Gandan Dynasty, gathering all the good things in Gandan.
Gems, scimitars, wolf pelts, and even all kinds of slaves—you name it!
If you get a little closer, you can see the almost completely naked maids at the entrance.
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