“Commander, His Majesty specifically instructed that the goddess be received with the utmost courtesy. This carriage does not conform to the rules for receiving honored guests.”
“I know that if the carriage is too conspicuous, it won’t be able to cross the border.”
Su Wan listened to their conversation and pondered in her heart.
Luna had previously mentioned that the King's palpitations and chest tightness had improved after taking the pills she gave him. However, the medicine wasn't enough, which was why she sent Luna to fetch her.
Judging from the discussion between the two people outside the carriage, the king has great respect for this imposter goddess, and even specially sent a cavalry unit to escort her.
It seems that the only way to survive in the territory of the Western Rong people is to continue playing the role of the goddess.
On second thought, she realized that it was clearly her own medicine that cured the king, so why did she have to act? Wasn't she the real goddess? As for Bai Zhiyi, she didn't even understand basic medical skills, and her academic qualifications weren't as high as hers.
Thinking this, she sat up straight and tidied her hair. Now that the other party already knew she was a goddess, these tricks of disguising herself as a man were useless.
After she finished removing her makeup, the carriage stopped. The door clicked a few times, as if the lock had been removed.
A moment later, a slightly aged and weak voice rang out from outside the carriage: "King Danmoji of the Western Rong welcomes the goddess."
As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage door was flung open, and sunlight shone directly onto Su Wan's face.
She was a little uncomfortable with the glaring sunlight and raised her hand to shield her eyes. Only then did she notice that a large red carpet stretched out from the back of the carriage, leading all the way to the luxurious white tent with a golden roof at the front.
On either side of the carpet stood rows of neatly arranged Western Rong soldiers, each holding a flag. At the far end of the carpet, dozens of Western Rong generals surrounded a man who was bowing deeply towards the direction of the carriage.
She knew that at this point she had no choice but to get off the carriage. So she held onto the door and stepped down.
The moment her feet touched the carpet, a deafening roar erupted around her.
"Welcome, Goddess."
Everyone knelt down, but she stood alone in the wind, bewildered.
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