He opened his lips and spoke, his voice like a grand bell, powerful and deep, yet melodious and graceful, carrying an innate and awe-inspiring imperial air.
Each word resonated like a great bell, clearly echoing throughout the hall, the sound waves seemingly penetrating every inch of the air.
The path winds its way up the carved beams and painted rafters, then slowly descends, reaching deep into the hearts of everyone present, allowing each person to feel the majesty and solemnity of imperial power.
"Rise, my dear minister! The Miao region is far away, and you have traveled here with your family. I am well aware of your good intentions."
The Emperor turned slightly to the side, shifting his deep gaze away from Pan Wei. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, yet it also conveyed composure and profundity.
Like a deep, unfathomable pool, its calm surface conceals a wisdom that sees through everything and a depth of turbulence.
His long, slender, and fair fingertips rhythmically tapped the armrests of the dragon throne.
The dragon throne was meticulously crafted from extremely rare sandalwood, with a hard texture and delicate grain.
The handrail is intricately carved with a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon, its body winding and coiling, its scales clearly visible, as if shimmering with metallic luster under the sunlight.
The dragon's eyes were bright and piercing, gazing ahead as if trying to see through all things under heaven; its whiskers fluttered in the wind, as if containing endless agility and majesty.
This dragon throne is not only a luxurious seat, but also a symbol of imperial power, demonstrating the unique nobility and supreme majesty of the royal family.
His gaze slowly swept over everyone in the hall, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone felt an invisible yet powerful majesty.
It was as if an invisible hand was gently pressing down on their souls.
Under this scrutinizing gaze, everyone in the hall straightened their bodies, held their breath, and dared not utter a sound, for fear that they might offend the emperor in the slightest.
Suddenly, Ning Chenyi nodded slightly, and a gentle and kind smile appeared on his originally cold face.
This smile, like the warm sunshine of early spring, instantly dispelled the somewhat somber atmosphere in the hall, making everyone feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
He said in a gentle voice, "I have heard that the Miao region is blessed with beautiful mountains and rivers and profound secret arts. Seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed well-deserved."
"Your loyalty will be remembered by me. Since you are willing to be my vassal, I will certainly protect the people of Miao territory and ensure peace in this region."
Ning Chenyi's words fell slowly, and the lingering echo seemed to still resonate in the air of the hall.
He paused slightly, his deep and sharp gaze like a gentle and bright ray of warm sunshine in spring.
Like the brightest cold star in the night sky, it slowly and gently fell upon Luanxiu and Xinghua with all-knowing wisdom.
He leaned slightly forward, his posture upright yet approachable, a warm smile appearing on his face.
That smile was like a spring breeze in March brushing across a lake, gently rippling with warmth, revealing the unique gentleness and care of someone in a position of authority.
His tone was gentle and friendly, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, moist and refreshing, or like a nightingale singing softly among the willows, clear and melodious.
The words that flowed in everyone's ears were: "Your daughter and the Holy Maiden have come from afar, so please stay in Chengxiao for a while longer."
The palace library and music hall are open to all visitors. I have ordered the Court of State Ceremonial to arrange for learned scholars to take them to experience the splendor of the Central Plains.
We also hope that you can bring the Miao culture to our country, so that we can exchange ideas and achieve great things together.
Immediately, his expression became solemn and dignified, his face as steady as a sculpted stone statue.
He slowly raised his hand, his movements steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority, signaling the palace servants to come forward.
Upon hearing this, the palace servants immediately stepped forward with light and respectful steps, their figures as graceful as willow branches in a gentle breeze, their demeanor humble.
His eyes were filled with awe as he carefully prepared to accept the tribute.
Ning Chenyi gazed intently at the tribute that carried the heartfelt sentiments of the Miao people, his eyes revealing a touch of emotion and appreciation.
It was as if they were not objects, but the sincere hearts of the Miao people.
He spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm, like a great bell, echoing in the hall: "I have accepted the tribute. From now on, the Miao region will not need to send such generous gifts every year."
"To govern the land and pacify the people with utmost devotion is the greatest loyalty to me. If any disasters or difficulties arise, feel free to write to me; Chengxiao and Miaojiang will naturally watch over and assist each other."
After speaking, Ning Chenyi stood up slightly, his posture instantly becoming as upright as a pine tree, standing proudly on the mountain peak.
It resembles a majestic mountain peak standing between heaven and earth, displaying the majesty and demeanor of a king, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
His voice was powerful and resonant, like the booming of a great bell or the rumble of thunder, echoing for a long time in the empty hall, full of inspiring power.
It seemed to dispel all the gloom in the world: "I hope that my beloved minister and I, as ruler and subject, can work together to create this prosperous age where all nations pay tribute!"
Pan Wei was deeply moved by the Emperor's sincere, far-sighted, caring, and expectant words.
In an instant, it felt as if a thousand horses were galloping through his heart, and a surging, overwhelming emotion almost drowned him.
Without hesitation, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground again with the utmost piety and solemnity.
His entire body pressed tightly against the ground, as if he wanted to pour out his heartfelt gratitude without reservation, into every brick and stone of the hall.
Let this feeling connect with the earth, becoming an eternal vow.
At this moment, his voice trembled slightly and choked with emotion due to extreme excitement, yet it was like the sound of golden bells piercing through thick clouds.
Each word was clear and powerful, like metal or stone striking the ground, echoing for a long time in the spacious, solemn, and ancient hall, leaving a lingering sound.
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