Chapter 97 The princess usually... eats quite well.
Just then, someone on the field shouted something.
"Great Qi is mighty! Long live the Princess!"
Before long, the surrounding people also began to shout, gradually turning into a massive uproar.
Li Yuanzhao's expression darkened.
Yangjin, standing beside her, curled up a mocking smile and leaned close to her ear.
"It seems that there are quite a few people around the Princess who don't wish for your 'Long Live the Emperor'."
The words were said in a roundabout way, but the meaning was crystal clear.
After all, the word "Long Live" is not something a princess like her can use at present.
If these "presumptuous words" were to reach the emperor's ears, he would surely become suspicious.
It seems that there are quite a few people in the Great Qi who don't want her to take that position.
When Su Qingci, who was in the stands, heard the first shout of "Long live the Princess," she immediately looked in the direction of the voice, her gaze piercing through the noisy crowd and precisely locking onto the leader who was still raising his arms.
She immediately turned to the guard beside her and whispered, "Go and take that man down, but don't make a sound."
The guard understood and immediately bowed and withdrew.
Then, Su Qingci suddenly stood up and shouted, "Great Qi is mighty! Long live Great Qi!"
Born into a prestigious family, and the first noblewoman in the capital to serve as an official in the court, her words instantly gave the young ladies of official families around her, who had been hesitant about whether to follow suit, a sense of self-assurance. They immediately stood up and shouted in unison.
Shen Churong, along with his polo team members, began chanting along.
More and more people joined in, and each call grew louder than the last.
Gradually, the shouts of "Long live the Great Qi" from the stands intertwined and merged with the cheers from below.
In the end, all the sounds merged into one, echoing throughout the entire venue.
"Long live the Great Qi!"
"Long live the Great Qi!"
Li Yuanzhao then turned to look at Yangjin and said with a smile, "There are naturally quite a few people who are looking forward to it."
That evening, the princess hosted a banquet for members of the polo teams from both countries.
After a few rounds of drinks, Yangjin was in high spirits and even had the Tibetan players perform a "completely different" dance to liven up the atmosphere.
A group of grassland men strode to the center of the banquet hall, and as the drumbeats began, they simply raised their hands and took off their shirts.
His muscular physique gleamed bronze under the lamplight, and the leather belt around his waist accentuated his strong waistline; every line exuded the power of years of riding and fighting.
The drumbeats suddenly quickened, and the men began to dance.
Their steps were steady, each stomp causing a slight tremor in the ground, and their arm movements carried the heroic spirit of galloping horses.
Sometimes it crouches down like a hunting eagle, sometimes it leaps up like a galloping horse, its movements powerful, vigorous, and wildly unrestrained.
This dance is a collision of power and momentum, and is quite "watchable".
The young palace maids serving nearby blushed, yet couldn't bear to look away.
The reactions of the Daqi Polo team members in the audience were quite different.
Apart from Li Yuanyou, who was watching with great interest, everyone else looked somewhat uncomfortable.
These people were all sons of noble families in the Great Qi Dynasty, including the consorts of princesses, sons of princes, and even the emperor's brother-in-law.
In the past, we were used to seeing women singing and dancing gracefully at banquets to please the guests. We had never seen a man dance so flamboyantly, especially since the object of his pleasure was the female guests at the table.
Many people quietly looked away, their hands holding wine glasses stiffening slightly.
Although Shen Churong didn't think that much about it, he wasn't really interested in watching the dance either, and his gaze kept drifting towards Li Yuanzhao in the main seat.
But she was seen leaning lazily on the soft couch, her elbows propped on the edge, staring at the stage with genuine interest. Finally, she picked up her wine cup and said meaningfully to Princess Yangjin of Tibet, "Your Highness... eats quite well these days."
The teasing in his words was clearly heard by everyone present.
Yangjin is incredibly perceptive.
At the banquet tonight, she had already noticed the gazes of several men, some direct and some subtle, all fixed intently on Li Yuanzhao.
She raised her glass in response, lightly clinking it against Li Yuanzhao's, "The Princess is no less impressive."
Chen Yanqing, who was standing by his side, looked at the group of naked men on the stage, his face already darkening.
Tibet is indeed a barbaric land. These men don't even have a basic sense of shame. They dare to seduce women naked in public!
What alarmed him even more was that Li Yuanzhao was actually staring intently at the stage, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He was consumed by jealousy. He snatched the wine pot from the maid's hand, stepped forward, and deliberately stood between Li Yuanzhao and the dancer to pour her wine.
Li Yuanzhao naturally noticed his little scheme, but she didn't even lift her eyelids, her gaze remaining fixed on the stage.
Yangjin took in the whole scene, and the smile on her lips deepened.
"The people around the Princess are quite sensible and perceptive; I like them."
These words were just a casual joke, but they suddenly made Li Yuanzhao's heart stir, reminding him of what the time traveler had said before.
It is said that a Tibetan princess was deeply in love with Chen Yanqing. For him, she was willing to help the Qi and Tibet stop fighting, and even took the initiative to give two cities as part of her dowry, voluntarily entering the male protagonist's harem.
An absurd thought suddenly popped into my head: Could the Tibetan princess who was so infatuated with Chen Yanqing be Yangjin right in front of me?
But Yangjin was not just a simple Tibetan princess; she was a female general in Tibet who held military power, and her mind was full of strategies and power.
How could she give up her kingdom and live a life of seclusion in the deep palace for a man?
But if it weren't for her, how would Chen Yanqing have had the opportunity to meet other Tibetan princesses?
Li Yuanzhao glanced at Yangjin without making a sound, and saw that the other party was inadvertently looking at Chen Yanqing's jealous profile with a hint of amusement in her eyes, which really seemed to indicate some "interest".
She simply couldn't imagine that someone as ambitious as Yangjin would "bow down" to Chen Yanqing because of so-called love, just like in that story.
What was the person who made up this absurd story thinking?
In their stories, no matter how capable or shrewd a woman is, she ultimately seems to be nothing more than a "tool" dependent on the male protagonist.
They seem to only use the admiration and affection of a bunch of "powerful women" to highlight a man's "worth".
It's as if they only feel a sense of satisfaction in life when women willingly submit to them.
But they forgot that women are human too. And as human beings, they have ambition, desires, and resentment...
Who would willingly become someone else's stepping stone or background figure?
It's absolutely ridiculous!
As his thoughts raced, Li Yuanzhao stopped dwelling on pointless speculation and asked directly, "What kind of man does Princess Chizun like?"
Yangjin wasn't interested in Chen Yanqing, but she found the way this young man was jealous quite endearing.
She looked away and turned to Li Yuanzhao. "Hmm?"
"I thought that since you've come all this way, it wouldn't be right for you to leave empty-handed."
As she spoke, Li Yuanzhao glanced at the men at the banquet below and said casually, "Take a look at these people, is there anyone you like? I'll have someone pick two to serve you."
Upon hearing this, not only did the men below instantly darken their expressions, but even Chen Yanqing, who was standing to the side, subconsciously took a half step back, as if afraid of being chosen.
Yangjin laughed heartily upon hearing this, and instead of declining, readily agreed, "Then I thank the Princess for her kindness, but..."
Her gaze swept casually across the audience, and she shook her head. "That's fine. This princess likes women who are beautiful, have flexible waists, and know how to be charming and coquettish with me."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuanzhao couldn't help but laugh out loud, "What's so difficult about that?"
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