Chapter 410
How could the envoy from Dajing not sense such a strong gaze and the unusual reaction from the people of Da Yong?
They were naturally angry and ashamed to be ridiculed and scorned like that.
They knew what the people of Dayong were laughing at—they were laughing at their Empress. Originally, they were also dissatisfied with His Majesty's casual verbal appointment of her as Empress, but when they thought about the Empress's true identity, they burst into laughter again.
Then, a strange phenomenon occurred: the envoys of Dajing suddenly straightened their backs and glared disdainfully back at all those who had been mocking them.
They were arrogant and disdainful, their sense of superiority even stronger than that of the people of Dayong.
Laugh all you want, when the Empress is snatched away by their Emperor of Dajing, let's see if you'll still be laughing.
The envoys from Dajing were acting rather comically, leaving the people of Dayong completely bewildered.
No, are they mentally challenged? What makes these envoys from the Great Jing Dynasty feel superior?
Why do they have a queen who's not presentable?
"Your Majesty was once one of the poorest people in the Great Yong Dynasty."
They were nothing more than a bunch of roughnecks who had seized power by sheer luck.
What makes them superior?
If anyone should be superior, it should be the aristocratic families. Their five surnames and seven prominent clans have stood for hundreds of years, with profound heritage and unparalleled prestige. How dare these peasants be superior in front of them?
The members of the major families of Dayong were furious and glared at each other. Xie Linyang also frowned in displeasure. Although he had also won the country through rebellion, he was different from Emperor Qiyuan.
He was born into a proper marquis's family, noble and extraordinary. To be honest, he also looked down on Emperor Qiyuan.
Unfortunately, fate seemed unfair, allowing such a person to win repeatedly on the battlefield, so much so that even he dared not easily offend the other party.
Everyone had their own thoughts, but Emperor Qiyuan kept his eyes fixed on that beautiful figure with anticipation and tension.
Finally, the figure approached, and gasps of surprise filled the air.
The woman who walked towards them was as beautiful as a fairy. She wore a simple and elegant flowing dress, but it could not hide her graceful figure.
Her skin was as delicate as snow, white as jade, her sleeves fluttering, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her stunningly beautiful face radiating breathtaking beauty, and her whole body glowing with a faint, ethereal radiance.
Like a fairy from the Jade Terrace, quietly descending to the mortal world.
Everyone stared blankly at the suddenly appearing fairy, completely mesmerized.
Suddenly, a loud crash of breaking dishes jolted everyone back to their senses.
Xie Linyang suddenly stood up and rushed down from the throne, not even noticing that he knocked over the table.
He stared in astonishment at the suddenly appearing beauty, his hands outstretched as if waiting for her to throw herself into his arms.
Even Prince Yi, Zhu Mingsi, stood up and stepped forward, seemingly forgetting where he was.
The ministers of the Great Yong Dynasty looked at each other, thinking that Emperor Jianyuan and Prince Yi had lost their minds.
Even if the women were incredibly beautiful, and even if they desperately wanted to rush forward, they still exerted a great deal of effort to keep themselves seated and motionless.
Just kidding, being disrespectful in front of the emperor is a capital offense, you know?
But why did their emperor and Prince Yi lose their composure like this?
The crowd was incredulous, while some secretly wiped the sweat from their brows, refusing to admit that they had just come to their senses and hadn't had time to rush forward.
Xie Linyang quickened his pace, wanting to meet Rong Rong, but suddenly a figure appeared from the side and grabbed Rong Rong's hand before he could.
"My wife!"
Emperor Qiyuan was extremely excited, his hand trembling as he held Rong Rong's hand.
Rong Rong raised an eyebrow and carefully examined the man in front of her. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe with a dragon and phoenix patterned belt around his waist. His dark hair was tied up high, and his tiger eyes were sharp.
He has strong, angular features, a tall and upright figure, and a spirited demeanor.
He appeared strong and powerful, exuding an aura of dominance and an air of self-importance, yet his demeanor was surprisingly gentle when he looked at her.
Who is this person? Why is she called "wife"?
Moreover, the other person looked strangely familiar.
As Rong Rong was scrutinizing Emperor Qiyuan, those around her practically popped their eyes out of their sockets.
What? Could this fairy-like figure be Emperor Qiyuan's first wife, that legendary old woman from the countryside?
The envoys from Dajing were somewhat better off, at least they knew that His Majesty's first wife was Princess Zhaohua.
Even so, upon seeing such a stunning beauty, they were all so surprised that they couldn't react.
Xie Linyang was furious, but he also had a bad feeling.
Before he could step forward, Emperor Qiyuan said again, "My wife, I said I would protect you for the rest of my life."
Then, Emperor Qiyuan approached Rong Rong and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Cooperate with me, and I will get you out of here."
Rong Rong suddenly realized, and asked incredulously, "Brother Dashan?"
"It's me." Su Yishan smiled, his tough exterior softening his tender side, a truly touching sight.
Rong Rong was also a little touched. Her nerves, which had been tense since entering the Dayong harem, finally relaxed.
She had no idea that she trusted Su Dashan so much, the man who had saved her, taken care of her, and entered into a fake marriage with her to protect her.
It turns out that Su Dashan did not die, but became the emperor of Dajing. He probably even changed his name. Now he has returned to save her!
After many years apart, old friends meet again and gaze at each other with deep affection.
Xie Linyang's cold voice finally rang out.
"Rongrong is clearly my empress. Can Your Majesty explain how my empress became your empress?"
Xie Linyang's face was frighteningly ugly, and as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
The people of Dayong were completely bewildered. What was going on? Why did their emperor say that this fairy was his empress?
Could it be that he really finds her too beautiful and is planning to shamelessly force her to stay?
At this point, it must be said that Xie Linyang's failure to hold a coronation ceremony was a self-inflicted wound, as not a single official in the court recognized Rong Rong, their empress.
Only a few people found the name Rong Rong familiar, but they couldn't figure out who it was no matter how hard they tried.
It's just that Princess Zhaohua, who became Empress of Emperor Jianyuan, was too low-key, and no one knew her real name. Even the old officials of the Great Sheng Dynasty only knew her title.
Xie Linyang suppressed his anger, like a ferocious beast about to go berserk at any moment.
Rong Rong ignored him completely, only exclaiming with delight, "Husband!"
Rong Rong threw herself into Emperor Qiyuan's arms, leaving the unprepared emperor completely stunned.
His marriage to Rong Rong was a sham, and they had never been this intimate before. The sudden embrace made him blush and his heart race.
Emperor Qiyuan awkwardly helped Rong Rong back to her seat, both ignoring Xie Linyang.
Once the two of them were seated, Pei Shu, who had been stiff, slowly relaxed. He didn't even dare to look at the person next to him.
Princess Zhaohua—no, no, their future empress—sat right next to him.
He stared intently, seemingly calm and collected, but inwardly he was in a state of utter turmoil.
So confused was he that he didn't even know what he was thinking, or what he should be thinking.
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