Chapter 675 She is the Emperor’s Woman
All of a sudden, everyone in the hall looked over here.
Nan Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Although, she had been warning herself in her heart that she was the imperial concubine of Yan State, and when she came here, she represented the dignity of Yan State, and she must not lose face.
But I'm still nervous.
You can’t lose face, you absolutely can’t lose face!
She muttered to herself, then tried her best to look calm and dignified, and slowly walked into the hall.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on her.
In the crowd, Nan Yan felt a familiar gaze. She turned around and saw Arslan standing beside her.
Finally, there was a familiar face. Even though she didn't like this person, she still nodded slightly at him.
But Arslan did not respond.
Just look at her.
Nan Yan had no choice but to raise her head and continue walking forward.
Arslan still stared at her back motionlessly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
From the first time I saw her, she was just a plainly dressed little girl. Although she had some color, as I said to her before -
Not as beautiful as imagined.
But at this moment, seeing her walking towards me with delicate makeup and gorgeous clothes, she looked like a blooming orchid.
There is a kind of beauty that has never been seen before, blooming before my eyes.
He seemed not to recognize her.
I can't look away.
At this moment, a voice behind him said, "Is that her?"
Arslan looked back and saw a woman with the same exquisite makeup and gorgeous clothes walking towards him. She was probably in her forties. Although she was not young anymore, the years had left only a few faint wrinkles on her face, but more of an irresistible charm.
It is a completely different kind of beauty from the elegant and charming Si Nanyan.
As soon as Arslan saw her, he immediately leaned over and said, "Mother."
This woman is his mother, Mrs. Nomin.
Madam Nuomin looked at Si Nanyan's back from the corner of her eyes and said, "She is the one you brought back from Yan Country, Imperial Concubine?"
"Yes."
"She's just a little girl."
Arslan paused, looked back, and said, "She is the most beloved woman of the Emperor of Yan."
"Yan Country, are there no women left?"
“…”
"Such a little girl, it's not like she's stunningly beautiful."
Arslan was silent for a moment, then said, "What the Emperor of Yan likes is not her appearance."
"oh?"
Hearing him say this, Mrs. Nuomin slowly turned her head and looked at him.
"Then what do you like about her?"
“…”
Arslan was silent for a moment, then said, "Before, the words my son said to his mother—We should stop fighting, not kill—were said by her."
"oh?"
Mrs. Nuomin was a little surprised: "It's her."
"She," Arslan was silent for a moment, then looked at Sinanyan. At this moment, she had walked to the center of the hall. Although she was petite, her straight back made it impossible to ignore her. He said in a deep voice, "She is the emperor's woman."
Mrs. Nuomin slowly turned her head, looked at her son, and suddenly smiled and said, "You know so well."
“…”
"As if you can understand."
Arslan smiled faintly: "Mother, you are joking again."
Mrs. Nuomin narrowed her slender eyes slightly.
She turned around and looked at Nan Yan for a long time. Then, the corners of her crimson lips curled up slightly and she said, "Interesting."
At this time, Nan Yan walked to the center of the hall.
Monk had stood up from his seat, walked down the steps, and walked in front of her.
The emperor came down the steps to greet him, and Nan Yan bowed to him and said, "Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor."
Monk saluted her back.
"Noble Concubine Si."
"His Majesty the Emperor's banquet was quite grand."
Nan Yan turned her head and looked around.
She didn't know much about the court and royal family of the Kingdom of Dian, but with so many people coming, it seemed that Monk must have summoned some royal relatives and important officials.
The scale of this banquet can be seen from this.
Monk smiled and said, "Since it's the imperial concubine of Yan Country who's visiting our country as an envoy, shouldn't this banquet be grand?"
“…”
"I heard that when Prince Nanli and my sister arrived in Yan Country, your emperor also held a grand banquet."
“…”
"The imperial concubine made a stunning debut at that banquet."
Nan Yan was slightly startled before she remembered.
He exchanged poems with Princess Baoyin at that banquet, and in the end, he helped Zhu Feng reject her.
Now, would the Emperor of Dan Kingdom want to help his sister regain her face?
Just as she was looking at him anxiously, a laughing voice rang out beside her, saying, "Who is it that has made such a splash in front of His Majesty?"
Nan Yan quickly turned her head away.
I saw a middle-aged man walking towards me with a wine glass in his hand.
This man was probably in his forties or almost fifty years old. He was very tall but thin, with a very handsome face. Although he was old, he still had a mature handsomeness and a handsome demeanor.
The half-long beard under his chin is very beautiful, and he can be called a man with a beautiful beard.
He is——
As soon as he saw it, Monk immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Mandu."
Mandu?
Nan Yan frowned slightly, and her mind immediately started working at high speed.
Soon, the identity of this person was found.
Mandu was an important official of the Neng Kingdom. It was said that he stood on the side of Mongke at the last moment of the fight for the throne. Now he was in charge of the imperial guards and participated in the decision-making of major policies because of his contribution to the succession.
He is a very important person.
It is also said that there seems to be some deeper connection between him and the royal family of the Kingdom of Dian, but it is unknown what it is.
However, it can be seen from the fact that Monk calls him "uncle".
However, he seemed a little too casual towards the emperor.
Nan Yan could also see that although the people of Neng had the distinction between the monarch and his subjects, there was no strict hierarchy. As soon as she entered the hall, she could see many ministers, princes and nobles patting each other on the shoulders, drinking, and calling each other brothers.
But Munch was the emperor after all.
He himself, however, didn't seem to care at all, and just smiled and said, "I'm talking about this one, the Imperial Concubine of Yan State, Si Nanyan."
"The imperial concubine of Yan Country?"
Lord Mandu turned around and looked Nan Yan up and down. Although he had drunk a little wine, it did not affect the shrewdness in his eyes at all. When he looked at her, she had the illusion of being seen through.
Nan Yan frowned subconsciously.
Mandu said: "The Imperial Concubine of Yan State, Si... Nanyan."
Nan Yan said calmly, "That's right."
“…”
Mandu paused, then smiled and said, "Your Majesty."
"Um?"
"I suddenly remembered that Your Majesty doesn't have a concubine in the harem yet."
Monk smiled.
Mandu then said, "Otherwise, let her be your concubine."
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