Chapter 449 Su Muyang's Disguise
Su Muyang's doubts deepened.
Did he make a wrong judgment? Was this ghost-faced military advisor not accompanying him?
Or perhaps, his/her disguise is so severe that even my eyes, which can see through the world, cannot see through it at all?
The other party was able to hide among this group of people of all kinds, like a drop of water merging into the sea, without any waves. He really has some skills.
At this moment, the raised voice of Lord Ge from the Ministry of Rites came from the front of the team.
"...I, following His Majesty's order, request that your delegation move to the Sifang Pavilion for accommodation! Please!"
The delegation slowly started and entered the city gate.
The shadow instantly enveloped them, bringing with it the unique coolness of the stone wall.
Su Muyang subconsciously raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep across the gauze hanging from the window of the carriage in front of him.
The gauze curtain remained motionless, isolating the inside and the outside.
He quickly lowered his eyes again, returning to his dull and humble demeanor, leading his packhorse and following the crowd into the capital of Dayan - the land where he should have been standing tall but now had to hide his tracks.
Sifang Pavilion is located on the east side of the capital and was built specifically to receive foreign envoys.
It is large in scale, with pavilions and towers of all kinds, but it has been cleared in advance and is under strict control.
When the delegation arrived, the embassy was already heavily fortified.
The Dayan soldiers, wearing Ming Guang armor and holding long spears, stood in line on guard with expressionless faces, scanning every person who entered with sharp eyes.
The air was filled with an invisible aura of solemnity, which formed a sharp contrast with the exotic noise brought by the Xiyu delegation.
Luo Yunzhen, the national defense general who was in charge of guarding Sifang Pavilion, was standing in front of the pavilion in a dark uniform with a sword hanging from his waist.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a stern face and lightning-like eyes. He examined this team that had come from afar, especially the guards, without any concealment.
"General Luo."
The envoy from Xiyu stepped forward, bowed, and saluted with a very humble attitude.
"I'm sorry to have troubled your country on this journey. I wonder when we can finally meet His Majesty the Emperor of Dayan?"
Luo Yunzhen returned the greeting in a steady and powerful voice.
"Your Excellency, the envoy has endured a long journey. His Majesty has decreed that the delegation rest in peace at the Sifang Pavilion. Matters concerning the audience will await His Majesty's approval."
"Also, according to our Great Yan regulations, all guards of your delegation are requested to immediately go to the western training ground, unload their weapons, and store them in a unified warehouse."
"The defense inside and outside the Sifang Pavilion will be taken over by our Dayan army, and we will ensure your safety."
His tone was unquestionable, and his eyes swept over the Xiyu guard leader with obvious pressure.
The Xiyu guard leader's expression changed slightly, as if he was dissatisfied.
But after receiving the envoy's eye signal, he finally accepted the order and headed to the designated location with his guards.
The core members of the delegation - the chief and deputy envoys, Princess Yuyao and their personal attendants - were led to the most luxurious main courtyard in the museum.
The rest of the accompanying personnel were dispersed and arranged to different courtyards according to their identities.
The servants and handymen were led to the side yard near the stables and kitchen.
Su Muyang led his packhorse and followed a group of grooms and servants as he walked silently towards the side yard.
He deliberately slowed down his pace, his eyes seemingly casually scanning the layout of the Sifang Pavilion:
Pavilions, waterside terraces, rockery corridors, guard posts, possible blind spots in surveillance... everything was quickly constructed into a map in his mind.
"Hurry up! Unload the princess's bag first and carry it to the place designated by the housekeeper. Don't dawdle!"
A small steward from Xiyu spoke in the official language of Dayan with a strong accent and scolded impatiently.
Su Muyang immediately responded in a rough and low voice: "Yes, sir."
He quickened his pace and, along with the others, began unloading the princess's luggage.
His movements were swift and flawless.
While Su Muyang was working, he kept an eye on his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.
Several low-ranking clerks from Xiyu were talking in low voices.
An old musician sat in a corner polishing his instrument;
Several maid-like women hurried past with packages in their arms...
Everything seemed so normal.
However, just as Princess Yuyao's phoenix carriage stopped at the gate of the main courtyard, the maids escorted a slim woman with her face covered with a veil out of the carriage.
Su Muyang's gaze subtly passed the highly-anticipated princess and fell on an inconspicuous maidservant accompanying her.
The maid was thin and wore the same light green dress as the other maids. She also lowered her head, so her face could not be seen clearly.
But everyone else went to help the princess, but she just lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
What made Su Muyang's heart move even more was that the moment she lowered her head, her eyes hidden under her drooping eyelashes seemed to quickly and covertly scan the guard arrangement of Sifang Pavilion and the structure of the main courtyard.
That look was definitely not the confusion or curiosity that an ordinary maid would have, but rather an almost instinctive and calm assessment.
In just a moment, she regained her submissive demeanor, followed the princess, and disappeared into the main courtyard.
Su Muyang's heartbeat quickened imperceptibly.
He also lowered his head and continued with his work, his rough fingers brushing the horse's mane, silently wondering:
Could it be her? But with just a simple glance, I couldn't make a definite judgment.
He always felt like he was missing something.
Ignore an insignificant person or ignore an insignificant thing.
As the Xiyu marriage delegation entered the capital, under the calm surface of the Sifang Pavilion, undercurrents began to surge.
…
Pineapple Palace.
Wen Li'er sat upright at the desk with a thick stack of account books at her side, but she didn't turn a page for a long time.
Zhao Zhao's left arm was still in a splint, and he was sleeping soundly beside her.
Mumu and Miaomiao were practicing calligraphy quietly at a desk a little further away.
The sun is shining outside the window, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
But Wen Li'er felt a little heavy in her heart.
She gently stroked Zhaozhao's soft hair and looked out the window, which was the direction of Sifang Pavilion.
A sudden inexplicable palpitation came over her without warning, causing her to subconsciously cover her chest.
"My lady, what's wrong with you?"
Nanny Qin, who was standing by, immediately lowered her voice and asked with concern.
Wen Li'er shook her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "It's okay, it's just... I suddenly feel a little nervous."
Now that Princess Xiyu has entered the capital, the invisible net covering the capital will probably be closed in inch by inch in the near future.
Whether or not he can catch that big fish depends on Ah Xu.
What she has to do is to protect the children and let him have no worries.
Wen Li'er took a deep breath and her eyes became firm again.
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