The two teams of archers watched as the Wuhuan king mounted his horse and rode away. Chakchin made no further moves and obediently returned to his quarters.
But it came again the next day.
He took off his heavy black fur coat in the courtyard and casually tossed it to his men.
The person quickly slipped into the house.
He slumped into the chair with practiced ease, collapsing into a limp, lifeless state.
He Youyou asked helplessly, "Why has Your Highness come again today?"
Chakchin slumped in his chair and closed his eyes.
"You're comfortable here."
"You call it comfortable when you're pointed at by dozens of crossbowmen the moment you enter the alley?"
Chakchin shrugged indifferently: "I am a state guest. As long as I don't do anything rash, they can't do anything to me."
Then, glancing at the table, she said with dissatisfaction, "He Youyou, we had drinks yesterday, but today when I come, you won't even give me a sip of tea?"
"Why are you in such a hurry, Your Majesty? This pot needs to be boiled for a little longer today."
As she spoke, He Youyou reached out and lifted the lid of the teapot.
Chakchin sniffed sharply.
"Is it milky? What are you brewing in this pot?"
"milk tea."
As He Youyou spoke, she took the sugar jar from the table and added two spoonfuls of sugar to the pot.
"There's milk tea in Central China too?" Chakchin was quite surprised.
"Yes, the Central Plains has everything."
He Youyou stirred the contents of the pot with silver chopsticks and then put the lid back on.
Then he picked up the teapot and poured two cups.
Chakchin learned his lesson today and no longer mentioned making her queen.
He just leaned back lazily in his chair, chatting idly with He Youyou.
Seeing that he was behaving himself, He Youyou naturally stopped trying to provoke him.
When we talked about the Central Plains, I introduced him to the principles of governance found in Central Plains culture.
When we talked about the Wuhuan, I told him how they sought to develop themselves based on the natural geographical conditions of the Wuhuan Kingdom.
They talked until Chakchin's eyes sparkled.
After chatting for a while, Chakchin seemed restless, feeling stifled in the house, so he pulled He Youyou to take a walk in the yard.
The two men, wrapped in fur coats, walked slowly, their shadows stretching long in the winter sun.
This went on for seven or eight days.
Sometimes, when the Chaka Chin and the Da Gan government had diplomatic talks, they couldn't stay at He Youyou's place for long before having to attend the meetings.
Sometimes when Chakchin wasn't on official business, he would have a meal at Ho Yu-yu's house.
My favorite food is the hot pot that He Youyou prepares. I cook two pounds of meat in it and enjoy a hot and delicious meal. It's so satisfying!
The two drank tea, ate meals, and discussed the art of governing a country for many days.
I also took walks for many days. When I got tired of walking, I would squat on the ground and watch the ants.
Cha Keqin even knew exactly how many ant nests were in He Youyou's yard.
Zuo Ming, perched on the roof ridge, couldn't help but say to Zhao Changqing, "Master, that lad Cha Keqin has been here for so many days, and he knows even the mistress's outhouse better than you do."
Zhao Changqing glared at him fiercely.
They finally made it to the day when the Wuhuan delegation left.
Zhao Changqing, in high spirits, dressed in full silver armor and carrying a long spear, led three thousand archers and happily saw him off out of the city.
Along the official road outside the city, amidst the withered grass, one can vaguely see the new green shoots emerging from the buds.
"May Your Majesty travel without delay and have a smooth journey back to Wuhuan."
Chakchin turned around and silently glanced at the city gate.
Banners fluttered in the wind both inside and outside the city gates.
The sound of hooves faded into the distance until the horses could no longer be heard neighing.
After Chakchin left, the capital returned to peace.
The bustling city center is still teeming with people, and its prosperity remains unchanged.
He Youyou took a carriage to the main branch of Youruitang in the capital to find Cheng Tingrui.
Now, Cheng Tingrui wields considerable power within the Cheng family and is no longer as restrained as before.
People can now freely enter and leave Youruitang without having to hide or sneak around.
Even if the Cheng family knew that he had set up his own business, he wasn't afraid.
I had no money and no power before.
Now, he has everything.
He was the Cheng family's pillar of support and their cash cow. Others would beg him, and he had no reason to be subservient to anyone else.
He Youyou came this time to discuss Youruitang's business in the Wuhuan Kingdom.
She wanted to give Cheng Tingrui a heads-up.
“Minzhi, my suggestion is that the business in Wuhuan Kingdom should be localized as much as possible. The branches there can hire some locals, integrate into the local life, and create employment opportunities for the locals.”
He Youyou never forcefully interferes in management, but if she has any new ideas, she will immediately put them forward for Cheng Tingrui's reference.
Cheng Tingrui accepted almost all of her suggestions.
“Youyou, I agree. If we want to establish ourselves in Wuhuan for a long time, the less we are as foreigners, the better.”
The idea of excluding those who are different exists in every nation and every culture.
If you want to develop sustainably in the long term, you have to keep a low profile and work quietly.
Before leaving, He Youyou suddenly said to Cheng Tingrui, "Minzhi, from now on, you can give Ali the same share of Youruitang's profits."
A look of alarm flashed in Cheng Tingrui's eyes, and he suddenly grabbed her: "Youyou, why did you say that?"
He Youyou laughed and said, "You have a problem with giving it to Ali? He's your own brother, my good son, and he's entitled to a share of Youruitang's profits."
"But...why would you bring this up out of the blue?"
"I was just saying it casually, don't take it to heart."
He Youyou gave him a nonchalant look, then turned and left.
Cheng Tingrui gripped his sleeves, watching her figure disappear into the distance.
He Youyou stepped out of Youruitang and saw her own carriage parked by the roadside.
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