"From now on, the Taji Chang people must treat my sister with respect. If anyone bullies my sister, the Taji Chang people will not forgive them lightly!" Higuirre continued to plead, "Also, the Taji Chang Tribe and Dong Chu must maintain eternal friendship and never engage in warfare. May the sisterly bond between my sister and me never break. Is that okay?"
The Taji Chang Tribe doesn’t have as many rules as Dong Chu, and Higuirre, being the apple of Laksh’s eye, is somewhat spoiled but straightforward and generous to those she likes while utterly ignoring those she dislikes.
Her provocation of Princess Chen was because she repeatedly hit a wall with Yang Chengning and felt very defiant, wanting to prove herself superior to Princess Chen.
Now that Princess Chen’s excellent Archery has completely won her over, she likes Princess Chen and naturally protects her.
"Alright, alright, alright, your father agrees with you!" Laksh fondly tapped on the forehead of his beloved daughter.
Although it seemed like a loss for the Taji Chang Tribe to be defeated by Dong Chu and to offer double their usual tribute, Dong Chu’s abundant resources and the prosperity and strength it had gained over the years made this arrangement beneficial. The Emperor Dongchu was virtuous and wise; Prince Chen and Princess Chen were exceptionally capable. Being allied with Dong Chu could not only make the Taji Chang Tribe prosper but also guarantee that no other country would dare invade Taji Chang for at least a century, since Dong Chu would not stand idly by. Thus, this arrangement was only advantageous for the Taji Chang Tribe.
It must be said that Laksh and his son were of one mind and far-sighted, providing the Taji Chang Tribe with a path to a brighter future.
Batelgen agreed as well.
Teasingly winking at Yang Mengchen, Higuirre’s smile bloomed like a flower. Meeting this good sister made her trip to Dong Chu worthwhile.
Yang Mengchen smiled and nodded, actually taking a liking to this straightforward young girl (Higuirre was not yet thirteen).
Standing up, Laksh spoke with genuine respect, "Your Imperial Majesty, we are willing to double the tribute we offer each year and sign a treaty to form an eternal alliance with Dong Chu, never to declare war again!"
"Your words align perfectly with our wishes!" Getting down from the throne, the Emperor helped up Laksh with a hearty laugh, "Since the extra tribute from Taji Chang is a gesture of goodwill, we will not refuse. Of course, Dong Chu will also provide Taji Chang with items like Ceramic Glaze, cement, silk, tea, and porcelain in return to enhance trade between Dong Chu and Taji Chang, sharing our resources."
Laksh and the people of Taji Chang respectfully expressed their gratitude, "Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty!"
The increase in tribute was essentially an exchange of specialties with Dong Chu, and the opening of trade between Dong Chu and the Taji Chang Tribe would lead to prosperity and wealth for Taji Chang.
"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!" The crowd shouted in unison.
The banquet continued with everyone enjoying delicious food and fine wine while watching the performances, creating a festive and harmonious atmosphere.
Just then, Long Yanrou stood up and curtsied towards the Emperor, "Your Majesty, Yanrou has recently created a new dance. I would like to perform it in public to celebrate the eternal alliance between Dong Chu and the Taji Chang Tribe and to comfort the brave and fearless soldiers. Please grant me permission." Her voice was gentle and crisp, nothing like her previous arrogance.
Setting down his teacup, Yang Mengchen looked up at Long Yanrou, his dark eyes inscrutable.
Her unpowdered features were lively and captivating, her lips held a slight smile, and her simply adorned dress gave her a serene and transcendent air. It seemed that Huangjue Temple was indeed a place of great feng shui, for in just over half a year, it had transformed Long Yanrou as though she had been reborn.
And yet, there was something different in her demeanor, something that made even women’s hearts flutter upon seeing her.
Yang Mengchen lowered his eyelids slightly.
Why did Long Yanrou, who had spent all her time in Huangjue Temple memorizing sutras and worshiping Buddha without ever stepping outside, emanate such an odd sensation?
The Emperor frowned slightly, and even though he disliked this niece, it wasn’t appropriate to reprimand her in front of the ministers and foreign guests.
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Borrowing a sword from a guard standing behind her, Long Yanrou gracefully walked to the center of the hall. After curtsying she began her dance, moving light-footed as if a swallow nesting, and soaring quickly like a startled magpie. Her wrist lifts, and eyes lowered at times, while at others her "Cloud Hands" gently unfolded, her swordplay alternating between thrusting, slashing, and pointing, as fluid as dragon-form calligraphy. Her sleeves stirred a breeze, elegant and vigorous, aiming to portray the grandeur of towering mountains, with the fluidity of rivers in her movements.
Especially her pair of enchanting eyes, brimming with a look that was both reproachful and enthralling, stirred the souls of all who saw her.
Indeed, except a few who remained alert and clear-eyed, most of the audience was intoxicated, lost in a reverie, their gazes wandering aimlessly, particularly the men.
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