It expresses the deepest and most sincere respect in the heart for the person in the palace: "I have heard that above the heavenly palace, the holy virtue is like the spring breeze melting the frozen river, and like sweet rain nourishing the parched earth."
Your Majesty, with your exceptional talent, has ushered in a prosperous era. You are skilled in both literature and martial arts, capable of establishing rites and music and wielding your sword to pacify the eight directions. Your reputation for benevolence has long since spread across the mountains and landed in the hearts of the Miao people.
I, your humble servant, have guarded the lonely moon over the southern wilderness, gazing countless times at the Big Dipper. Today, I have finally beheld the true dragon, as if awakening from a long dream!
After a brief pause, Pan Wei's expression instantly softened and became more loving, like the warm sun in spring, capable of melting away all the coldness in the world.
He turned around gently, the movement slow and soft, as if afraid of disturbing this solemnity and beauty.
He raised his hand, palm up, fingers slightly curved, his movements elegant and natural, gently leading Luanxiu and Xinghua to the front of the palace steps.
His gaze was filled with deep love, like a deep lake, gently sweeping over the two of them.
It was as if all the love in the world was being poured onto them.
Then, he turned to the hall again and said with great emotion, "This is my daughter, Luanxiu."
From a young age, I listened to the songs of the Central Plains and painted the moon over Chang'an in a bamboo house, my heart filled with longing for the Celestial Empire.
Xinghua carries the sacred scriptures of Miao territory and knows that His Majesty's benevolence extends to all corners of the world.
This trip, which took them across three hundred treacherous peaks and eighty rapids, was not for any other reason than to let them witness firsthand this prosperous and benevolent era.
We also hope that the friendship between Miao Jiang and Chengxiao can be like a mountain vine, climbing year after year, never ceasing.
Pan Wei's face was solemn, his expression revealing an unquestionable dignity, as he steadily lifted the exquisite gilded tribute box with both hands.
On the offering box, gold thread is used to outline lifelike patterns with exquisite craftsmanship, such as a phoenix spreading its wings as if about to take flight, or a winding and coiling dragon.
Illuminated by the flickering candlelight inside the hall, it shimmered with a soft, dreamlike glow.
Like a flowing scroll painting, it tells the ancient and mysterious story of the Miao region, and also demonstrates the supreme respect for the person in the hall.
He turned slightly to the side and gave a meaningful look to the waiter waiting there, a look that showed both trust in the waiter and deep appreciation for the tribute.
The waiter understood immediately and stepped forward quickly with light yet steady steps, holding the offering box with both hands in an almost pious manner.
At this moment, Pan Wei stood tall, like a pine tree that had withstood the test of time yet still stood proudly, his posture exuding resilience and unyielding spirit.
He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, his expression becoming increasingly solemn and dignified, his tone as clear and melodious as a spring rinsing over stones.
The sound was like a babbling brook flowing through the mountains, slowly rippling through the spacious and solemn hall.
Each syllable seems to carry the unique rhythm of the Miao region: "Although the mountains and rivers of Miao region are remote, they also contain the spirit of the sun and moon."
This box contains brocade with cloud patterns embroidered by Miao women, thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum gathered by shamans, and luminous beads cultivated using Gu magic...
Compared to the gold and jade of the Central Plains, this is but a glimmer of light in the mountains and fields; I hope Your Majesty will not find it too crude.
Your Majesty, I hereby swear—the Miao people will be Your Majesty's most loyal wings; the warriors' blades will cut through the frost for Your Majesty; the secret arts' incantations will bring Your Majesty auspicious omens; for a thousand generations to come, we will never betray you!
After speaking, Pan Wei's expression became even more solemn, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.
Suddenly, he kowtowed heavily to the ground, his forehead touching the smooth surface with a dull yet powerful sound.
It was as if they wanted to embed their determination and sincerity deep into the earth, so that heaven and earth could bear witness.
At this moment, his voice trembled slightly, filled with eagerness and anticipation. His voice echoed in the silent hall, as powerful and moving as a great bell.
Every word carries the longing and deep affection of the Miao people: "We earnestly request Your Majesty to have mercy on this sincere heart that has crossed mountains and accept the humble sentiments of the Miao people."
If you can bless my land with abundant harvests and the well-being of my people... even in death, I can rest in peace!
Ning Chenyi raised his hand to support him, his crown tassels swaying slightly. His voice was like a great bell, carrying an air of authority without anger: "Rise, my dear minister! Miao territory is far away, and you have brought your family here. I am well aware of your intentions."
Ning Chenyi sat upright on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme imperial power, with a pine-like posture, exuding an innate kingly aura.
His expression was calm and solemn, his face stern yet dignified. He slowly raised his broad and powerful hand, the veins on the back of his hand slightly bulging, demonstrating his strength and decisiveness.
The hand made a gesture of support, the movement elegant and composed, as if gently comforting the subjects before him.
The crown, adorned with pearls of uniform size and lustrous roundness, and jade of warm, translucent, and colorful tassels, swayed gently with his movements.
Each pearl refracts a soft light, and each piece of jade exudes a unique halo. When they collide with each other, they produce a soft and crisp sound.
The sound was like a gentle breeze blowing through the wind chimes hanging under the eaves at dawn, playing a melodious and ancient court melody.
The music echoed through the solemn and majestic hall, adding a touch of lively and beautiful rhythm to this cold imperial palace.
It seemed to be telling the story of Chengxiao Kingdom's long history and glorious past.
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