The Ming Dynasty delegation has arrived in the Persian capital, but after arriving here, everyone in the delegation developed an unprecedented contempt for this place.
The capital of Persia is called Polis, which is just a word added between the two words Persia. It is a small capital, not to mention compared with the Beijing of the Ming Dynasty, it cannot even be compared with Zhu Yuanzhang's Yingtian Prefecture and the Ming Dynasty's secondary capital Jinyang. Such a small country, with a territory area of less than one-fifth of the Ming Dynasty, how could such a country be looked up to by the Ming Dynasty's delegation.
The leader of the diplomatic corps was a close aide who had followed Zhang Wuji for more than ten years. His name was Zhao Yu. In his early years, when Zhang Wuji had just started his rebellion against the Yuan Dynasty, he was just a small leader of the Five Elements Flag of the Ming Cult. However, he had received education and had now become the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty.
This mission to Persia was an opportunity he had finally secured.
"Brothers, the time has come to demonstrate our national power. Cheer up, hold the flag of our Ming Dynasty high, and stand tall. Let these Western barbarians see the elegance of our Ming Dynasty men."
In the Persian imperial city, the Ming Dynasty envoys held high their flags, puffed out their chests, and looked arrogant. They did not look like they were on a diplomatic mission, but rather like they were here for an inspection. This action left the Persian officials speechless.
When the Persian officials allowed the Ming Dynasty delegation to enter the city, they warned them to keep a low profile. However, the Ming Dynasty delegation made such a big fuss as soon as they entered the Persian capital.
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"Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty delegation has arrived."
Inside the Persian imperial city, a man in his thirties was playing with his concubines.
He had wanted to fight for three hundred rounds, but after hearing that the Ming Dynasty delegation was coming, he suddenly lost interest.
This man in his thirties was named Altai, and he was the emperor of Persia.
Altai smiled and said, "The Ming Dynasty's envoys have arrived, which means that the Ming Dynasty's Zhang Wuji's expedition to Japan has ended."
"What is coming will eventually come. If Zhang Wuji doesn't even have the courage to send an envoy to Persia, then I will really despise him."
The person who reported the news to the Persian emperor said: "Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty envoys are very arrogant. They have raised the Ming Dynasty flag with great fanfare in our imperial city and also said they want to see their imperial concubine."
Altai sneered: "Zhang Wuji is really stubborn. He started such a big fight for a woman. Doesn't he know that his imperial concubine will become my woman soon?"
As he spoke, Altai thought of Xiao Zhao's beautiful face and graceful figure.
Women like Xiao Zhao are very likable because she is a mixed-race beauty with the wildness of an Eastern and Western beauty and the softness of an Oriental girl. Who wouldn't like such a woman?
The Persian Mingjiao has reached a so-called political and religious alliance with Altai. Altai will marry Xiaozhao in the future and make her his queen, and their future child will be the next Persian emperor.
This is a win-win result for both the Persian Ming Cult and the Persian enemy country. Of course, only Xiao Zhao scoffed at this result. She has long been Zhang Wuji's person. In this life, apart from Zhang Wuji, she will never serve another man even if she dies.
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After thinking for a moment, Altai said with a smile, "Call the envoy from the Ming Dynasty. I have never met anyone from the Ming Dynasty in my life. It is said that the Ming Dynasty is also a country that has been reborn from the ashes. I want to see what kind of temperament the people of this country have.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yu, the leader of the Ming Dynasty delegation, arrived at a spacious hall in the Persian imperial city. At this moment, Altai had changed into formal attire and wore a glittering golden crown on his head.
"Zhao Yu, the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty, meets His Majesty the Emperor of Persia."
Zhao Yu was the Minister of Rites after all. Although he looked down on the Persian emperor, he should at least be polite to him, not for any other reason, but simply because he was the Minister of Rites.
"How dare you! Why don't you kneel when you see His Majesty?" The dozen or so Persian officials around him were already very dissatisfied with Zhao Yu's contemptuous attitude, because although Zhao Yu called him His Majesty, he actually didn't even bend his waist.
Zhao Yu glanced at these Persian officials. Each of them had either a big beard or messy hair. After despising the barbarians in his heart, he continued, "Kneel? I am an official of the Ming Dynasty. I kneel first to the sky, second to the earth, and third to my Majesty. As for others, they cannot kneel."
A burst of curses was heard all around, and Altai quickly waved his hands: "Forget it, so many people are scaring an envoy from the Ming Dynasty. If this gets out, people will laugh at us."
Then, Altai looked at Zhao Yu with a half-smile and said, "Tell me, why did you come to Persia?"
Zhao Yu smiled and said, "I came here for only two things. The first is that if His Majesty the Persian King agrees, then there will be no second thing."
Altai smiled and said, "That's interesting. Then tell me, what is your first thing?"
Zhao Yuyan said: "My emperor asked you and the Persian royal family to personally send my queen back."
Altai was stunned for a moment: "Did I hear it right?"
Zhao Yuyan said: "Your Majesty heard it right."
Altai burst into laughter, and it was the first time in his life that he heard such a funny joke.
Only after he laughed until tears came out did he continue to ask Zhao Yu: "I don't agree to this matter. What is the second thing? Tell me, I want to see if your second thing is funnier than the first one."
Zhao Yuyan said: "The second thing is that I want to see my queen and say a few words."
Altai said: "Tell me about those two sentences."
Zhao Yuyan said: "I can't say it now. I can only say those two sentences to my queen."
Altai said: "Is it something that cannot be said openly? Could it be that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty does things in such a secretive way?"
Zhao Yuyan said: "My emperor is upright and honest, how could he do anything secretly? I just want to see my queen. Don't you think that the Persian emperor dare not agree to such a small matter? If your majesty does not agree, I will leave now."
Altai laughed and said, "You don't dare to agree? You are just a small envoy from the Ming Dynasty. Who do you think you are?"
"My Persian Empire has reached an agreement with the Persian Mingjiao. Han Zhao has become my Persian Saint. Considering that she has lived in the Ming Dynasty for more than 20 years, it is okay to let you meet her."
"Come here, let the saint come in."
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