Rebirth of Cihang Jingzhai through Fragrance [Complete] - 17

Chapter 155 Fighting for Beauty, Fragrant Beauty

Shi Feixuan thought so too, and nodded, saying, "In that case, you should also be careful. Sister Qingwu, this person is the second-best expert of the Great Liao, Yelü Minghui, who was ruined by us when we were trying to assassinate the Eighth Prince and Marshal Yang. If we sisters join forces, we should be able to stop him."

When Princess Qingwu sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Yelü Minghui, she knew that the person standing opposite her was no ordinary person. However, she did not expect that the other party would be the second-best expert of the Great Liao, and also an expert who had entered the Celestial Realm. Princess Qingwu clearly sensed the continuous and powerful pressure emanating from the other party. Even if the other party just stood there, he was like an insurmountable and towering mountain. Only then did Princess Qingwu realize that even among experts of the Celestial Realm, there could be vast differences.

Shi Feixuan sensed Yelü Minghui's growing aura and knew she couldn't let him build up any further, or the two of them wouldn't be able to withstand his charged attack. So, she decided to strike first. Shi Feixuan casually grabbed a piece of Suzhou brocade from a street stall, infusing it with her aura. The brocade shot towards Yelü Minghui like a sharp sword. Simultaneously, she used her strength to cut a long strip of brocade from the piece. With a flick of her wrists, the other end landed in Qingwu's hand. The two women exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding each other's intentions. They each exerted their strength, and the brocade broke in two. With a flick of their wrists, the strips of cloth in their hands resembled two white dragons lunging towards Yelü Minghui. Yelü Minghui struck the cloth thrown by Shi Feixuan with both hands, and the cloth scattered in the air like snowflakes. Just then, the two women's attacks arrived. Although the scattered steps in the air made it difficult for the three to see each other, at their level, this obstacle was as if it didn't exist in their perception of energy. Every move of their opponent was under

their control. So when the white dragon in the hands of the two women attacked Yelü Minghui, Yelü Minghui leaned back to dodge the silk cloth aimed at his face. The two women already knew they couldn't hit Yelü Minghui, so they casually exerted force in their hands the moment he fell back. A hidden force emanated from the long cloth, and when it reached the top, the cloth, as hard as a piece of iron, slammed into Yelü Minghui's chest. Yelü Minghui exerted force with his feet, flipped in the air, and kicked the two pieces of brocade cloth. With a thud, the two women each took a step back, and Yelü Minghui, who had flipped 360 degrees in the air, also took a step back as he landed.

Yelü Minghui laughed, "Not bad! I didn't expect the Central Plains martial arts world to be full of hidden talents. So many top masters have appeared all at once. It seems you must

die today, otherwise, if you continue to cultivate for a few more years, our Great Liao martial arts world will be at your mercy!" After saying that, Yelü Minghui produced a soft sword in his hand. Its cold light was obviously extraordinary. He twirled the sword in the air a few times, and like a deadly scorpion, he attacked the wrists of the two women as he advanced.

Shi Feixuan gently trembled the long cloth in her hand, and in an instant, circular attacks shot towards Yelü Minghui. This move was called "Rolling Red Dust" by Shi Feixuan. However, if the white silk cloth in her hand were replaced with red, it would be even more vivid. Yelü Minghui did not expect Shi Feixuan to use such a strange and exquisite move. When his sword pierced the silk cloth, he felt it gently pushed aside by a soft force from the cloth. When he thrust straight at the top, a huge elastic force from the top almost made him knock his sword away. For a moment, Yelü Minghui was trapped in Shi Feixuan's ring after ring of circles,

unable to break free or pierce. In addition, Princess Qingwu's silk cloth was like a venomous snake that was waiting for an opportunity to attack Yelü Minghui's vital points, making it impossible for Yelü Minghui to use all his strength to break through Shi Feixuan's strange moves.

"I enjoy fighting with beauties," Yelü Zhi thought. He had assumed Yang Ning would be easily manipulated as before, but when they actually clashed, he realized how much Yang Ning had changed. Yang Ning's fierce spear techniques, previously hampered by insufficient internal energy cultivation, always felt like a slight miscalculation leading to disastrous results. However, after consuming a precious pill, Yang Ning's cultivation had improved daily. Especially in the past few days, with his dual cultivation with Ye Tianqi, although his internal energy hadn't increased dramatically, it had become much purer. Now, Yang Ning's spear was like a giant dragon, moving with unparalleled speed and precision, leaving Yelü Zhi, who had lost the initiative, only able to defend and struggle. Ye Tianqi watched as Yang Ning relentlessly pressured Yelü Zhi, knowing that barring any unforeseen circumstances, Yang Ning wouldn't undergo any major changes; at most, the two would be evenly matched, neither able to injure the other. Ye Tianqi was worried about the two women fighting Yelü Minghui.

At this moment, Yelü Minghui's several attacks were skillfully thwarted by Princess Qingwu and Shi Feixuan, leaving him firmly trapped within the endless circles formed by the silk cloth. However, Shi Feixuan was still injured. Although the fight had only lasted a short while, she discovered that most of her internal energy had been depleted. Now, feeling her stamina waning, the internal energy on the silk cloth stagnated, giving Yelü Minghui a tiny opening. Yelü Minghui leaped into the air, attempting to escape the circles. Under Shi Feixuan's control, the silk cloth continued to spin as Yelü Minghui rose, enveloping him completely. Meanwhile, Princess Qingwu slightly pushed off with her small feet, soaring into the air, the silk cloth in her hand curling into long eyebrows. A staff, brimming with power, descended from the sky like a fairy. The long, silk-bound staff aimed directly at Yelü Minghui's crown chakra as he shot upwards. Yelü Minghui felt a pressure from above pressing down on his crown chakra and quickly executed a powerful downward strike, his body plummeting rapidly. Princess Qingwu's descent also accelerated. The instant Yelü Minghui landed, he abruptly dodged to the side. Just as he shifted his position, the descending staff struck the ground with a loud thud, creating a large crater. Although Yelü Minghui had dodged Qingwu's attack... A fatal blow, yet he couldn't dodge Shi Feixuan's contracting circle. The force of the circle's contraction struck Yelü Minghui's back. With a thud, the clothes on Yelü Minghui's back turned to shreds, leaving a red patch. It was only because Yelü Minghui noticed in time and channeled his inner energy to his back that he was truly injured; otherwise, he would have been seriously wounded. Even so, Yelü Minghui was enraged and humiliated. To be trapped and beaten by two juniors in front of everyone was a disgrace to the Liao warriors. Ignoring the pain in his back, Yelü Minghui thrust his longsword straight forward. As Princess Qingwu descended from the sky, she saw the gleaming sword tip pointing at her. With a slight exertion of force, the long staff she had previously stuck in the ground suddenly exploded, each fragment carrying the internal energy she had poured into it. Each fragment pierced towards Yelü Minghui like a sharp blade. Sensing the energy in the fragments, Yelü Minghui had to retract his sword, which had been aimed at Qingwu, and instead drew back a sword light, creating a clanging sound as it deflected all the fragments aimed at him. Princess Qingwu, on the other hand, used the explosive force to soar into the sky and land far away.

Yelü Minghui, enraged, channeled all his power into a sword strike at the circle. Although he felt the circle trying to absorb his force, the power was simply too great. The circle couldn't dissipate the force simply by rolling. With a loud bang, the first circle shattered, and the others broke in one blow. The silk cloth slowly drifted to the ground, and Shi Feixuan coughed up blood as if struck by a heavy blow. Her body trembled violently, her face turning from red to pale in an instant. Ye Tianqi saw this clearly and caught Shi Feixuan's swaying body in a flash. He pressed several acupoints on her body, channeling his life-giving energy into her body to heal her wounds. Shi Feixuan opened her eyes, blood still dripping from her lips, and said, "Husband, why haven't you left yet?"

Ye Tianqi gently pinched Shi Feixuan's nose and said, "My wife is fighting with someone else. How can I, as her husband, leave first?"

"Husband, do you think we'll die?" Shi Feixuan asked.

“Silly girl, how could that be? We haven’t traveled all over this beautiful land yet, and you haven’t given me a baby. How can you die like this? We must live well, live for a thousand years, ten thousand years,” Ye Tianqi said, stroking Shi Feixuan’s hair.

"Hehe, wouldn't that make you a tortoise? A thousand-year-old tortoise, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle... uh!" Shi Feixuan spat out a mouthful of blood, a clump of clotted blood. Ye Tianqi was relieved. Shi Feixuan had just spat out the clotted blood, so at most she had lost too much blood, and her injuries weren't too serious. He put Shi Feixuan aside and let her lean against the cloth stall. Ye Tianqi stood in front of Shi Feixuan, closed his eyes, and slowly a small sword emerged between Ye Tianqi's brows. The sword seemed dimmer and more ethereal than before, obviously because his previous injury was too severe and he hadn't recovered yet. However, the small sword hovered in front of Ye Tianqi, and a sharp sword aura soared into the sky. All the experts in the capital who had entered the Heavenly Dao could feel this power.

Yelü Minghui, who was fighting Qingwu and had her pinned down, suddenly felt a chilling aura envelop him. He quickly distanced himself from Qingwu and saw Ye Tianqi's strange situation from afar. He vividly remembered Ye Tianqi's unpredictable swordsmanship from last time. Seeing the intangible sword hovering between Ye Tianqi's brows, Yelü Minghui's heart skipped a beat. That invisible sword was clearly formed from a massive amount of sword energy. He wasn't confident he could withstand Ye Tianqi's attack, especially with a powerful expert like Princess Qingwu by his side. If he was seriously injured, he might very well fall to her. After thinking for a moment, Yelü Minghui immediately decided to let Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan go for the time being. Severely injuring Shi Feixuan this time was a way to avenge their previous grudge. In particular, he sensed several powerful auras approaching, especially one that was about equal to his own, which was rapidly closing in. Chapter 156 Two Beauties Protect Their Husband, Their Affection Lingers
. Yelü Minghui thought for a moment and immediately decided to temporarily let Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan go. This time, severely injuring Shi Feixuan was a way of avenging the previous grudge, especially since he sensed several powerful auras approaching, one of which was about equal to his own and was rapidly closing in. "Let's go!" After saying that, Yelü Minghui pulled Yelü Zhi, who had jumped out of the battle, and disappeared into the city in a few leaps. Just as the two left, a beautiful figure landed beside Ye Tianqi like lightning. At this moment, Ye Tianqi seemed to lose his support, and the small sword between his eyebrows pierced his brow. His body went limp, and he collapsed into the arms of the person who came. A fragrance made Ye Tianqi recognize that the person was Xuan Zhimeng. Xuan Zhimeng was initially at peace in the courtyard, but suddenly felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen. However, remembering that Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan had entered the palace, which should be the safest place, she knew they couldn't be in any danger. But after a while, Xuan Zhimeng sensed a surge of sword energy rising into the sky—the familiar aura of Ye Tianqi. Without a word, she abandoned Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er, instantly disappearing from the courtyard. Two brief teleportations later, she appeared beside Ye Tianqi. "Husband, how are you?" Xuan Zhimeng asked anxiously, supporting Ye Tianqi. Ye Tianqi smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just had to use a life-saving move to scare that guy. Luckily, he's a coward and was frightened by my empty boast, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing your husband now!" Xuan Zhimeng carefully checked Ye Tianqi's body, afraid he might be injured in any way. Ye Tianqi smiled and said, "Alright, my husband is just temporarily exhausted and has lost some vital energy. He'll be fine after a good rest. It's Feixuan's injuries that haven't fully healed. This time, she used her true energy too forcefully, which aggravated her injuries. She'll need several days to recuperate!" At this moment, Yang Ning and Princess Qingwu were by Shi Feixuan's side, taking care of her. Ye Tianqi, supported by Xuan Zhimeng, walked to Shi Feixuan's side. Just then, Yang Yanzhao and a palace attendant arrived. Seeing the scene after the fight, it was utterly chaotic, but judging from the surrounding traces, they knew that the battle had been brief but intense. The guard recognized Princess Qingwu as the one dressed in ordinary clothes and was about to step forward to pay his respects when Princess Qingwu stopped him with a glance. Yang Yanzhao and the guard walked over to the group, and Yang Ning suddenly threw herself into Yang Yanzhao's arms, saying, "Father, those villains have come to the capital! They actually tried to harm my husband and my senior sister!" Yang Yanzhao glanced at Shi Feixuan's injuries and said, "It's alright, nothing serious. Otherwise, I would have dug them out of the ground." Princess Qingwu looked at the things they had damaged and the merchants who were hesitant to approach. She beckoned to the guard and said, "Go and arrange for someone to tally up the losses and deduct the compensation from my monthly allowance! Also, you must strengthen the protection of Father Emperor. The one who caused this disturbance in the capital is a grandmaster-level expert from the Liao Dynasty." The guard could tell from the scene that they were no ordinary people. Hearing Princess Qingwu's words, he was startled, nodded, and left. Yang Yanzhao glanced at the surrounding crowd and said, "Let's go home so we can help them heal." The group walked away, leaving the onlookers behind. They had never seen such a fierce fight before, especially with Shi Feixuan being such a fairy-like woman, and Princess Qingwu exuding a noble air and beautiful appearance. The two women, like fairies, waved white silk cloths, one on the ground and the other in the air, firmly holding Yelü Minghui in place. After being exaggeratedly spread by these people, the story spread throughout the capital in just a few days. There were all sorts of stories, like "Two Fairies Fight a Villain," etc., all incredibly fantastical! Back at Ye Tianqi's courtyard in Tianbo Mansion, the women surrounded the unconscious Shi Feixuan and Ye Tianqi, who was being supported by Xuan Zhimeng, asking all sorts of questions. Since Fu Yan'er's injuries had almost fully recovered, it was clear that only Fu Yan'er could help Shi Feixuan heal. So, with Yan Yue's help, Fu Yan'er led Shi Feixuan into a room to heal. Meanwhile, Princess Qingwu, led by Xiao Yu'er, entered a quiet room to recover her depleted inner energy. Ye Tianqi looked at Yang Yanzhao and said, "Father-in-law, don't worry, we're fine. This time, we're very fortunate to have Princess Qingwu by our side, otherwise we would have really been defeated by Yelü Minghui. By the way, Yelü Zhi came with him. I wonder what their conspiracy is in coming to the capital so openly. Father-in-law, we must be on guard!" Yang Yanzhao said, "I just received news that the Third Prince is here under the pretext of paying homage to the Emperor. They just submitted their invitation to the Ministry of Rites today, so the Emperor must have received their letter of request. But what tricks are they up to this time? It shouldn't be anything serious. Isn't Yelü Minghui supposed to compete with Lu Qingyi, one of the four great masters of our Song Dynasty? The competition is not far off, so what are they doing in the capital!" "No, I'd better go find the Prince Xian and ask about their movements and the purpose of their visit! You all should take good care of your injuries. Before they heal, try not to go out. It's always safer to stay at home. If you really have to go out, take Xuan Zhimeng with you. Her cultivation is not low. Even if you encounter some troublesome people, Xuan Zhimeng's cultivation should be enough to hold out until we arrive." Ye Tianqi nodded and said, "Father-in-law, don't worry. I just don't know why we're so unlucky. But they won't have this opportunity again. I will be careful." Yang Yanzhao said, "That's good. I don't want Ning'er to become a widow so early. I think you should take good care of yourself for the sake of so many women who love you. Anyway, just be more careful in the future. I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you again when I have time." "Okay, Ning'er will see Father off," Ye Tianqi said to Yang Ning. Yang Ning nodded and saw Yang Yanzhao to the door. Yang Yanzhao turned to Yang Ning and said, "Go back now, girl, take good care of your husband." Yang Ning replied, "Father, take care. I'm going back now." Watching Yang Yanzhao's figure disappear, Yang Ning returned to Ye Tianqi's side. Xuan Zhimeng was currently taking care of Ye Tianqi. Seeing Xuan Zhimeng's still worried expression, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but reach out and stroke her smooth, pretty face, laughing, "Your husband is alright. Look at you, don't look so unhappy. A tense face isn't pretty!"

Xuan Zhimeng blushed and said sweetly, "Husband, no matter what, if you go out in the future, Zhimeng must stay by your side. Even if we encounter some powerful experts and we can't beat them, Zhimeng will take the blame if we get hurt. What do you say?"

Ye Tianqi was moved and reached out to stroke Xuan Zhimeng's smooth black hair, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. I am your husband. If I let my little wife take the blame for me, do you think I'm still a man?"

"No, Zhimeng is going to take the blame for my husband. Even if I die, I will die before my husband..." Xuan Zhimeng said resolutely.

"What a silly girl. From now on, your husband will never let himself be hurt again, nor will he let you be hurt either," Ye Tianqi said, but inwardly he smiled bitterly. He used to think he was one of the most skilled martial artists in the world, but two consecutive setbacks had matured him considerably. He truly understood what it meant to be outmatched, and his pride was instantly crushed. After all, Ye Tianqi had unconsciously overestimated himself. Who could blame him for having memories of two lifetimes, including those of the Carefree Celestial Venerable, and for his smooth-sailing youth? So, Ye Tianqi had never realized the problem with his mindset. But after these two setbacks, when Ye Tianqi held Xuan Zhimeng and Yang Ning's delicate bodies in his arms, his mind immediately became much clearer. In an instant, Ye Tianqi completed his transformation from naive to mature.

The two goddesses in Ye Tianqi's arms were incredibly perceptive and immediately sensed the huge change in Ye Tianqi's spirit. When the two women looked at Ye Tianqi, their overwhelming tenderness and adoration clung tightly to him. That mental transformation manifested physically, and for a moment, Ye Tianqi seemed to possess an irresistible charm. It was a maturity, composure, and a reassuring sense of security that the women had never seen in him before.

At this moment, Xiao Yu'er, who had just finished arranging things for Princess Qingwu, came out and saw the dramatically changed Ye Tianqi. She exclaimed in surprise, her eyes sparkling, which amused Ye Tianqi. Had he really become so charming that Xiao Yu'er was acting like a lovesick little girl?

Ye Tianqi reached out and touched Xiao Yu'er's face, saying, "Girl, what are you doing? Wake up."

The three women simultaneously woke up, their faces flushed.

Xiao Yu'er said shyly, "Husband, that sister is currently recuperating. Is she another new sister you've brought back for us?"

Ye Tianqi hadn't expected the little girl to mistake Princess Qingwu for a sister he'd brought back, and couldn't help but laugh, "Little girl, she's a princess. Who is your husband? She's not a match for me at all."

Yang Ning, hearing Ye Tianqi's words, said, "Who says we're not a match? My husband is more than a match for Qingwu."

Yang Ning looked up at Ye Tianqi with deep affection and said, "Husband, Ning'er won't allow you to say that. In Ning'er's eyes, you are always the most perfect."

Although Xuan Zhimeng and Xiao Yu'er didn't say anything, the deep affection in their eyes showed that the beauties were just as devoted to him as Yang Ning.

The three of them gazed at each other silently in the courtyard, a tender affection exchanged through their eyes, growing ever more lingering and sincere.

Yang Ning suddenly spoke up, "Husband, doesn't your injury require dual cultivation?"

Ye Tianqi didn't know why Yang Ning asked this; she should know, but he nodded. Yang Ning said, "It's a pity that neither of us sisters are virgins anymore, otherwise your injury should heal quickly. How about I summon some maids from the manor, and you cultivate with them?"

"Absurd!"

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Ye Tianqi didn't know why Yang Ning asked this; she should know, but he nodded. Yang Ning said, "It's a pity that neither of us sisters are virgins anymore, otherwise your injury should heal quickly. How about I summon some maids from the manor, and you cultivate with them?"

"Absurd!"

If it were Ye Tianqi from the past, he might have agreed to Yang Ning's suggestion out of a desire for romance, but now, deeply understanding that he carried a responsibility with every relationship, he cast aside the immature, worldly-chasing thoughts he had when he first descended the mountain. It's not that he's completely given up his lust for women, but rather that it's cooled considerably. Ordinary women can hardly move his heart anymore, and he has no interest in wasting his emotions on those common beauties.

"How absurd! They're all virgins, which will greatly benefit your injuries, my husband!" Yang Ning had been unruly since childhood, but correspondingly, he received the most typical Confucian education, embodying the essence of the three obediences and four virtues for women. In that era, a successful man was always surrounded by beautiful women, so it's not surprising that Yang Ning, from a prominent family, would have such thoughts.

Ye Tianqi smiled bitterly, "Ning'er, you're right, but have you considered how they'll live and remarry if your husband takes their bodies?"

Yang Ning replied, "Since my husband has taken their bodies, they are his women. How can they remarry? At most, my husband will pity them and give them the status of concubines, which is already a great favor."

Ye Tianqi thought he had fully integrated into this era, but hearing Yang Ning's matter-of-fact words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Seeing that Yang Ning really had that intention, Ye Tianqi hurriedly said... "Ning'er, you shouldn't think about these things anymore. You know that for your husband to cultivate with you, the other person needs to have abundant yin essence for it to be effective in healing your injuries. But you also know the maids in the manor; those maids don't have abundant yin essence. Even if you cultivate with them using their virgin yin essence, it's only equivalent to cultivating with each of you twice. What's the point of using them for cultivation? It's better to cultivate with you sisters more often!"

Yang Ning nodded after hearing Ye Tianqi's words and said, "What my husband says is true, but where can I find a woman with abundant yin essence and excellent aptitude?"

At this moment, Jing... Xiao Yu'er, who had been quietly listening to Ye Tianqi and Yang Ning's conversation, suddenly said, "Sister Ning, do you think the higher one's martial arts skill, the more refined one's yin essence?"

Yang Ning didn't know why Xiao Yu'er said this, so she casually replied, "Of course." But as soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, she excitedly said, "Xiao Yu'er, you're really smart! You've gotten right to the point. I heard from Sister Fei Xuan that there are three other sisters who have deep feelings for their husbands. One of them is already their husband's woman, so we won't consider her for now. As for the other two, according to our senior sister, their cultivation is comparable to hers. What do you think if we ask our senior sister to summon those two sisters, wouldn't that be..." "I will heal my husband's injuries quickly."

Ye Tianqi knew from Yang Ning's words that she was referring to Fu Qingqing and Shui'er. Ye Tianqi couldn't help but miss the two women. He was very clear about Shui'er's feelings for him, and it was safe to say that Shui'er would eventually become his beloved wife. But he wasn't so sure about Fu Qingqing. After all, Fu Qingqing was now a renowned figure in the world, and their relationship was already quite complicated. In addition, Fu Qingqing was a very independent woman. In Ye Tianqi's opinion, if Fu Qingqing had been born a few hundred years later, she could have become a prominent woman in his time.

Seeing that Yang Ning seemed increasingly excited as she spoke, as if the two women would soon appear beside her, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but say, "Ning'er, don't even think about it. Getting those two women—who aren't even your sisters—to come over would take at least ten days to half a month. Think about it, a round trip would take a whole month. Just forget about it!"

Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Yang Ning said sadly, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

At this moment, the serene Xuan Zhimeng surprised everyone with her words, "Don't we still have Fu Yan'er and a princess here?"

Hearing this, Ye Tianqi thought to himself: "My little Zhimeng really dares to dream. Doesn't she even consider the identities of these two? One is a top figure in the demonic path, and the other is the emperor's beloved daughter. Neither of them is easy to mess with. Even if they were willing, let alone if they were, Ye Tianqi would have to think carefully about the consequences of taking both of them." Now, Ye Tianqi wouldn't just focus on immediate pleasure without considering the long-term consequences.

Yang Ning paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know about Sister Qingwu, but it seems she also has feelings for my husband. However, as you all know, women in the royal family have no freedom of marriage, so Sister Qingwu isn't a good choice. I think Sister Fu isn't without feelings for my husband either. In fact, she was once held in his arms and flirted with by him, but she wasn't angry afterward. Instead, she took the initiative to get closer to us sisters. I guarantee that if my husband is willing, he can definitely win her heart."

Ye Tianqi also knew that Fu Yan'er seemed to have genuine feelings for him. However, witches are fickle. She gave him her first kiss the first time they met, and although she had shown affection for him during her recovery, Ye Tianqi wasn't sure if this witch would kick him out the moment he climbed into her bed. Ye Tianqi said, "Silly girl, you don't know what she's thinking. Who knows if she has feelings for her husband? If she doesn't like him as much as you do, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

"Hehe, even your husband feels embarrassed? But don't worry, husband, these things are none of your concern. We sisters will find out for you. We'll have Senior Sister ask her after she comes out," Yang Ning laughed.

"You, I thought you were going to ask her, but it turns out you're sending Fei Xuan. Why aren't you going?" Ye Tianqi laughed when he heard Yang Ning shift the blame onto Shi Fei Xuan.

"I'm a little afraid of Sister Fu. Besides, Senior Sister is our eldest sister, so it's only natural that she asks her," Yang Ning laughed.

"You, I never realized you were such a clever little fox," Ye Tianqi couldn't help but admire Yang Ning's quick wit.

Hearing Ye Tianqi praise her, Yang Ning couldn't help but smugly reply, "Of course! Otherwise, how could I be so feared, no, so loved by everyone in the palace?" Yang Ning accidentally let slip her secret and quickly corrected herself.

"Haha," Ye Tianqi laughed at Yang Ning's charming appearance.

"Sister Ning'er, when did you become loved by everyone? I know perfectly well! You've made a complete mess of the palace; you're practically a little devil!" a voice chimed in.

Ye Tianqi looked towards the source of the voice; it was Princess Qingwu, who had just emerged from the palace. Princess Qingwu seemed to have fully recovered. When their eyes met, Ye Tianqi noticed a hint of shyness in Princess Qingwu's eyes, making him wonder when she had finished her cultivation and how much of their conversation she had overheard.

Breaking free from Ye Tianqi's embrace, Yang Ning ran to Qingwu's side and took Princess Qingwu's hand, saying, "Sister Qingwu, are you healed?"

Princess Qingwu smiled and said, "Sister wasn't actually injured. I just used up some of my true energy and it'll be fine after some recuperation. Otherwise, I wouldn't be hearing Ning'er bragging here."

Yang Ning was exposed by Qingwu and couldn't help but say coquettishly, "Sister... you..."

Seeing Yang Ning's expression, Ye Tianqi smiled and said, "Qingwu, I'm relieved that you're alright. If you were injured because of us, I would really feel bad." Princess Qingwu laughed, "

It's nothing. To be honest, this is the first time I've ever fought against such a master. It was incredibly exciting! But it resulted in my senior sister getting injured, and even Brother Ye was seriously injured. I should be the one feeling bad."

Ye Tianqi laughed, "Qingwu, there's no need to say that. If it weren't for your help, my husband and I would probably have been harmed by that Yelü Minghui." Princess Qingwu was about to say something when Yang Ning said from the side, "You two are just passing the buck back and forth. Don't you find it annoying?"

Ye Tianqi and Princess Qingwu exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

Ye Tianqi seemed to notice Princess Qingwu's unease. After a moment's thought, he patted the two women and said, "Alright, your husband's body is so weak, he can't take your weight. Sit down in your chairs. Your husband isn't your cushion. Other princesses will laugh at you for being impolite."

Princess Qingwu replied somewhat awkwardly, "It's alright. I think you two sisters are very kind-hearted. How could you laugh at us!"

Yang Ning sat in the chair next to Ye Tianqi, still leaning against him, sticking out her tongue triumphantly and giggling. Xuan Zhimeng, on the other hand, possessed a dignified and pure aura. Even sitting in Ye Tianqi's lap, she didn't evoke any impure thoughts. Instead, one would feel that her actions were perfectly natural. This was the omnipresent alluring power of the Xuanhu clan women; otherwise, they wouldn't have been envied by the ancient gods. However, Xuan Zhimeng still listened to Ye Tianqi and got off him. It wasn't because Ye Tianqi said he was afraid Princess Qingwu would laugh at her; in Xuan Zhimeng's eyes, Ye Tianqi was the most important person in the world, and everyone else was second to him. The reason she got off Ye Tianqi was because of his comment about being weak. Even after getting off Ye Tianqi, Xuan Zhimeng leaned against him.

This made Princess Qingwu feel much more comfortable, at least she didn't have to face that embarrassing scene. The group sat there chatting, but Princess Qingwu rarely left the palace, so she could only talk about trivial matters within the palace. Ye Tianqi had only recently come down the mountain, but fortunately, he had some experience, so he told the women about his nighttime intrusion into the Liu residence with Xu Mu.

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This made Princess Qingwu much more agreeable, at least she didn't have to face those embarrassing scenes. The group sat there chatting, but Princess Qingwu rarely left the palace, so she could only talk about trivial matters in the palace. Ye Tianqi had only recently come down the mountain and arrived here, but fortunately Ye Tianqi had some experience, so he told the girls about how he and Xu Mu had sneaked into the Liu residence at night.

Aside from Xiaoyu'er, none of the girls knew that Ye Tianqi had also played the role of a bandit. Even Xuan Zhimeng, who had been called upon by Ye Tianqi to protect Yan Yue and Xiaoyu'er, didn't know. The girls listened with great interest, and when they heard about the murder committed by the wealthy Liu and the magistrate, they all gritted their teeth in hatred for the magistrate, wishing they could kill the two men. When Ye Tianqi said that he had emptied the treasure of the wealthy Liu's possessions, causing the wealthy Liu to die of anger, the girls cheered with satisfaction. Finally, when he mentioned burying the magistrate and the wealthy Liu together under the artificial hill, the girls nodded vigorously, unanimously agreeing that Ye Tianqi had done a good deed.

Princess Qingwu laughed, "So that person was you! After that magistrate died, the court was notified, and the Ministry of Justice was puzzled for a while. They finally found some dirt on him, but he was unlucky enough to be crushed to death by a rockery. Father even told us about it as a joke!" "

Oh, I didn't expect that the death of that corrupt official would alarm the court. Luckily, they didn't issue a warrant for my arrest, otherwise I would be a fugitive!" Ye Tianqi laughed. "Husband, you're doing a

service to the people. The death of that Liu Yuanwai and the magistrate, who colluded with each other, is their retribution. It's one thing for the court not to reward you, but how can they issue a warrant for your arrest?" Yang Ning said from the side.

Princess Qingwu said, "Although Brother Ye's actions are in principle doing a service to the people, according to the laws of our Great Song Dynasty, killing an official means the extermination of nine generations of his family."

"Nine generations? Doesn't that include me too?" Yang Ning laughed.

Princess Qingwu said, "But perhaps that magistrate had committed many evils. The magistrate sent by the Ministry of Personnel to take up his post there submitted a memorial to the Emperor, detailing the magistrate's actions and how he abused and oppressed the villagers. After reading it, the Emperor praised the person who killed the magistrate as a chivalrous hero. So, even if others know that Brother Ye killed the magistrate, it won't matter. Besides, Brother Ye has made such a great contribution, so the Emperor will not harm him at all."

Ye Tianqi smiled and pinched Yang Ning's face, saying, "You are my little darling, and your entire family will definitely not escape you. Now that the princess has said so, you don't need to be afraid."

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Who's afraid? I'm going to live and die with you anyway. Wherever you go, I'll go. Why would I be afraid of being implicated by you?"

While the women were chatting and laughing with Ye Tianqi, a very important matter was being discussed in the main hall of the palace.

In the magnificent, golden hall, the morning court session had not yet ended. Emperor Zhenzong sat regally on his dragon throne, surrounded by civil and military officials. An envoy from the Liao Dynasty presented a document, which a young eunuch standing beside the emperor scurried down to receive and respectfully present to the emperor.

Emperor Zhenzong, who had initially been in high spirits, was now quite displeased upon learning that he was to receive the Liao envoy. Liao envoys never came with good news; who knew what their purpose was this time? He gently unfolded the document, and as he read its contents, his expression grew increasingly grim, clearly showing how infuriating the matter contained within. However, since this matter concerned the diplomacy between the two countries, Emperor Zhenzong had to suppress his anger, even if he was furious. He composed himself and looked at the officials watching him. The figure of the Eighth Prince came into Zhenzong's view. Zhenzong trusted and respected the Eighth Prince, who was always loyal to the court. Not only did the Eighth Prince have the golden mace bestowed by the late emperor on his deathbed, which could be used to punish corrupt officials, but more importantly, the Eighth Prince was indeed wholeheartedly for the Song Dynasty and devoted himself to assisting him. So Emperor Zhenzong handed the document in his hand to the eunuch beside him and said, "Take a look at the Eighth Prince."

The Eighth Prince knew that the Liao envoys always caused trouble for the Song Dynasty. Judging from Emperor Zhenzong's expression just now, this time was no exception. Perhaps this time it was even more unacceptable than before, otherwise Emperor Zhenzong's face would not have been so ugly. He respectfully accepted the document from the eunuch and slowly unfolded it. Like Emperor Zhenzong, the Eighth Prince's face also became increasingly ugly. The court officials were all paying attention to the changes in the Eighth Prince's expression. They did not expect that the usually composed Eighth Prince would lose his composure like this. When he was angry, they all wondered what was written on the Liao document that made the two highest rulers of the Song Dynasty so angry.

The Eighth Prince, suppressing his anger, finished reading the document, slammed it shut, and said sternly, "This is utterly delusional! I absolutely disagree! I hope Your Majesty will reconsider and not grant the shameless request of the Great Liao!"

Perhaps having already anticipated the Eighth Prince's reaction, Emperor Zhenzong was not surprised by the Eighth Prince's unusually uncharacteristic behavior. He simply waved his hand, noticing the ministers staring at the document in the Eighth Prince's hand with suspicion, seemingly eager to know what was written inside. Emperor Zhenzong said, "I trouble Your Highness to read aloud the Liao Dynasty's demands in the document so that all my ministers may consider them."

The Eighth Prince responded, unfolding the document in his hands. His resounding voice echoed throughout the hall: "...Our Third Prince has long admired your Princess Qingwu. The two are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Therefore, we request the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty to grant Princess Qingwu to our Third Prince in marriage, thus establishing a harmonious alliance. From this day forward, our two nations will never again be at war, and will forever remain peaceful states!"

When the Eighth Prince finished reading the last word, the court was in an uproar. Opinions were divided. The pro-peace faction, represented by Wang Ruoqin, supported marrying Princess Qingwu to the Liao Dynasty's Third Prince, Yelü Zhi. However, the faction led by the Eighth Prince vehemently opposed it. For a moment, the two sides argued fiercely in the court.

Emperor Zhenzong sat on his dragon throne, watching his civil and military officials below arguing rudely and without any decorum. If they didn't know this was a court session, they probably would have wrestled on the spot. The entire hall was as noisy as a marketplace. Emperor Zhenzong stared expressionlessly at his officials. A quick-witted eunuch, just as the emperor was about to unleash his anger, spoke up with a rare clear voice, "No noise is permitted in the court!" The clear voice echoed throughout the hall.

The officials seemed to suddenly realize their place, quickly shutting their mouths and returning to their seats, standing respectfully. The court immediately fell silent.

Emperor Zhenzong glanced at each of the bowed officials, making their hearts pound with anxiety. They feared that their behavior had been noticed and remembered by the emperor, and that their official careers might end there.

Emperor Zhenzong looked at Wang Ruoqin and said, "Minister Wang, what is your opinion?"

When Wang Ruoqin saw that the emperor had called his name, he quickly stepped forward from among the officials and said, "Your Majesty, this is originally a family matter of Your Majesty, and this humble subject dared not interfere." Wang Ruoqin was very good at understanding the emperor's thoughts, so his first two sentences hit the emperor's mind. Therefore, after hearing Wang Ruoqin's words, Emperor Zhenzong's anger subsided considerably.

"However, this matter now concerns the marriage alliance between our Great Song and Great Liao, so it is no longer Your Majesty's private affair, but a matter of national importance. Therefore, I dare to speak, in my opinion, the Third Prince of Liao is a young hero, and he and Princess Qingwu are a match made in heaven. If Your Majesty agrees to this marriage, not only will the princess have a lifelong partner, but as stated in the document, our two countries will never again be at war, and will forever remain peaceful nations. I hope Your Majesty will prioritize the affairs of the state." Wang Ruoqin's voice echoed in the court. The Liao envoy was overjoyed upon hearing Wang Ruoqin's words, thinking to himself: The Empress Dowager was right. Wang Ruoqin has always opposed the Eighth Prince. As long as we can offer Wang Ruoqin satisfactory conditions, he will definitely push for this matter in court. Just as Empress Dowager Xiao had said, after receiving their bribes, Wang Ruoqin began to speak favorably of them.

Emperor Zhenzong was greatly displeased with Wang Ruoqin's words, but he knew that Wang Ruoqin's words made sense. Emperor Zhenzong waved his hand and said, "What Minister Wang said makes sense. I will remember it. You may leave now. What is your opinion, Eighth Prince?"

Wang Ruoqin retreated under the Eighth Prince's angry glare. While Wang Ruoqin was speaking, the Eighth Prince repeatedly tried to take out the golden mace in his hand to strike the treacherous minister, but he restrained himself. Upon hearing Emperor Zhenzong's words, he stepped forward from the ranks of court officials and said, "Your Majesty, I absolutely disagree with what you say. Firstly, Princess Qingwu is the Empress Dowager's most beloved granddaughter and the Emperor's darling. She is both learned and skilled in martial arts, a rare and exceptional woman. Secondly, the Third Prince is a lecherous man, his reputation known even to the common people of our Great Song. How can such a person be worthy of our Great Song's precious daughter? If our jewel is tarnished, how can our Great Song face other nations? If neighboring countries all come seeking marriage like the Liao Dynasty, will our Great Song, like the Han Dynasty, have to rely on marrying princesses to maintain peace and avoid war? Your Majesty's words are not alarmist; this precedent cannot be set, nor should it be. Otherwise, how can we face the late Emperor and Emperor Taizu in the afterlife?"

"Your Highness, step down," Emperor Zhenzong said, glancing at the assembled officials. Both factions had expressed their opinions on the matter, but ultimately, he had to make this difficult decision himself. Emperor Zhenzong was torn; on one side was his beloved daughter, on the other, the peace of the nation. How could he choose?

Just as Emperor Zhenzong was hesitating, Yang Yanzhao stepped forward from among the court officials and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Seeing Yang Yanzhao step forward, Emperor Zhenzong was somewhat surprised. Yang Yanzhao rarely spoke in court, so Emperor Zhenzong was genuinely surprised to see him step forward this time. He quickly said, "Please speak, my dear minister."

Chapter 159: Court Struggle, Compassion Under Heaven

Yang Yanzhao said, "Just now, I listened to the words of Lord Wang and Prince Xian, and I think what you both said makes sense. If our Great Song agrees to this marriage, it would make it seem like our Great Song is afraid of the Liao Kingdom, and that we are marrying our princess to someone whose reputation is known throughout the world. At that time, although our Great Song might be spared from war for a while, we would be ridiculed by our neighboring countries. The Liao Kingdom is malicious, clearly trying to put us in a dilemma, neither agreeing nor refusing. Just now, I discussed this with Lord Kou, and I would like to ask, can anyone propose marriage to Your Majesty's princess?"

Upon hearing Yang Yanzhao's question, Emperor Zhenzong naturally knew in his heart that the answer was no. Although the emperor's daughter wouldn't have trouble finding a husband, at least a suitable match in terms of social standing was necessary. Even if no family in the world could match the royal family, they should at least have a certain status and position to be worthy of the royal princess and to maintain the dignity of the imperial family. However, Yang Yanzhao's question, asked after discussing with Kou Zhun, the most shrewd minister in the court, clearly had a deeper meaning. The emperor wasn't stupid, so after a moment's thought, Emperor Zhenzong said, "Any man of decent character and appearance may propose marriage to the princess. I wonder why you ask such a question, my dear minister?"

Wang Ruoqin had sensed something amiss when Yang Yanzhao came out, especially Emperor Zhenzong's answer, which made him feel there was something strange about it. However, what conditions to set for proposing marriage to the princess was the emperor's private matter, and as a subject, he couldn't voice

his opinions even if he had them. Therefore, although Wang Ruoqin felt something was very wrong, he could only watch how things developed. Yang Yanzhao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Emperor Zhenzong's words. Fortunately, the emperor wasn't stupid; if the emperor had given a restrictive answer, the matter really couldn't proceed, and the solution he and Kou Zhun had hastily devised would have been impossible to implement. So Yang Yanzhao let out a long sigh, glanced at Kou Zhun not far away, and Kou Zhun nodded. Yang Yanzhao then spoke, "Your Majesty, this humble subject, on behalf of another, also proposes marriage to Princess Qingwu. We humbly request Your Majesty's permission."

Upon hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, chaos erupted in the court. What was going on today? Had the court been transformed into a matchmaking temple, with two families proposing marriage for a single princess?

Those with a modicum of intelligence could roughly guess Yang Yanzhao's intentions. Sure enough, the Eighth Prince, upon hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, paused for a moment, then smiled. At least Yang Yanzhao's tactic of feigning retreat was far more effective than his own firm opposition. The Emperor, upon hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, was also taken aback, then a smile appeared on his face. Regardless of who Yang Yanzhao was proposing to, at least his precious daughter didn't have to marry the infamous Third Prince of Liao; she still had a choice.

Emperor Zhenzong, roused, proclaimed, "May I ask for whom you propose marriage, my dear minister?"

Yang Yanzhao replied, "Your Majesty just met this person. He should be with the princess at the moment. He is none other than Ye Tianqi, the savior of this humble minister and the Eighth Prince!"

Upon hearing this, the Eighth Prince secretly rejoiced. If Yang Yanzhao had proposed marriage for one of his two sons, it would have undoubtedly provoked attacks from some people in the court, thus creating a flaw in this perfect plan. However, Yang Yanzhao unexpectedly proposed marriage for someone unknown to most, someone who was not related to Yang Yanzhao at all. This way, even those in the court who were hostile to the Yang family would have nothing to say. Moreover, the Eighth Prince was extremely satisfied with Ye Tianqi, so as soon as Yang Yanzhao finished speaking, the Eighth Prince stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this humble subject is also willing to act as matchmaker for Ye Tianqi. I believe Your Majesty has also met Ye Tianqi. This man and the princess are absolutely a match made in heaven, a divine couple. I hope Your Majesty will grant this favor."

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely inappropriate. If you agree to marry the princess to Ye Tianqi, whom the Prince and Marshal Yang mentioned, regardless of whether he and the princess are a good match or not, even if they are truly a divine couple, such a rejection of the Liao Dynasty would greatly damage the face of the Third Prince of Liao, and also damage the face of Liao. The Liao Kingdom will definitely not let this go easily." Seeing that Emperor Zhenzong was about to agree to the Eighth Prince and Yang Yanzhao's proposal, Wang Ruoqin hurriedly stepped forward and said, while secretly giving the Liao envoy a look.

The Liao envoy was no fool. Seeing the sudden shift in the situation, he echoed Wang Ruoqin's words, saying, "Your Majesty, as a subject of Liao, I absolutely will not agree with Your Majesty's actions. This will damage the friendship between our two countries and may even provoke war. I urge Your Majesty to reconsider."

Emperor Zhenzong, hearing the envoy's blatant threat, was furious and about to speak when Yang Yanzhao quickly stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, I have a few words to say to this Liao envoy. Please grant me permission."

Knowing that Kou Zhun was behind Yang Yanzhao and had some ideas on how to deal with the Liao envoy, Emperor Zhenzong nodded and said, "I grant your request."

Yang Yanzhao stepped forward to the Liao envoy and asked, "Does this envoy recognize me?"

The Liao envoy looked at Yang Yanzhao and said, "The only male heir of the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion. Who in my Liao doesn't know me?"

"No need for your concern. I'm not here to argue with you. You're here to propose marriage to His Majesty on behalf of your country's third prince, while I'm here to propose marriage to my savior—oh, you might not know, but the savior I'm referring to is the one who forced your Heavenly Dao Master Yelü Minghui to retreat. His Majesty is now unable to make a choice; refusing either side would be unwise. Perhaps we shouldn't put His Majesty in a difficult position, and we can decide the outcome ourselves. What do you say?"

The envoy thought for a moment and said, "That's excellent. How should we decide?"

Yang Yanzhao smiled upon the envoy's agreement and said, "You must know that our Princess Qingwu is both learned and skilled in martial arts, so her future husband must naturally also be accomplished in both. However, let's leave aside the literary aspect. How can your Great Liao compare to our Great Song, a land of propriety and etiquette? To avoid any unfairness, we'll leave the literary aspect aside. You Liao people pride yourselves on your martial prowess..." "Are you strong? Let's settle this with a martial arts contest. As for whether your Great Liao or my Great Song is stronger, we'll find out after the competition. What do you think, Special Envoy?"

The Special Envoy was naturally furious to hear Yang Yanzhao subtly belittling the Great Liao, implying that the Liao people lacked etiquette and culture. However, when he heard Yang Yanzhao say that the literary contest would be over and only the martial arts contest would take place, this suited his mind perfectly. In his opinion, if they were to compete in literature, the Great Liao would have no chance of winning. As for the martial arts contest, although the Great Song was said to have four grandmasters, he knew that the martial arts world of the Great Song was not under the jurisdiction of the court. In other words, the court could not command those four grandmasters. The Great Liao was different. The martial arts practitioners of the Great Liao were all controlled by the Liao court. When the Great Liao Martial Saint Yelü Qiu took to the stage, who in the Great Song could defeat him? In addition, there was Yelü Minghui. In other words, in three matches, they had already won two. So the special envoy, his mind racing with calculations, nodded and said, "Marshal Yang's words are indeed reasonable. I agree. How many rounds shall we have?"

Yang Yanzhao replied, "How about five rounds to determine the winner?"

The special envoy was taken aback, not expecting Yang Yanzhao to suggest five rounds instead of the three he had anticipated. However, the special envoy's mind raced. He thought that the Liao Dynasty could use this opportunity to invite top experts from Tibet and Western Xia to assist them. This would not only guarantee victory but also put pressure on the Song Dynasty. He reasoned that with a little persuasion, Tibet and Western Xia would surely want to become the next countries after the Liao Dynasty to marry Song princesses. In this way, these two countries would definitely do their utmost to help the Liao Dynasty win, thus setting a precedent for the Song Dynasty not to marry princesses abroad, laying the foundation for their own peace treaty. It must be said that the special envoy's plan was comprehensive and insidious enough. Having figured this out, the envoy suppressed his excitement and said, "Five rounds it is, just what I want. To avoid you going back on your word later, it's best if we draw up a written agreement."

Hearing the envoy's words, the officials were furious. Wasn't this accusing the Song Dynasty of being untrustworthy? However, Yang Yanzhao continued, "The envoy's words are very good. I was just wondering how to begin. My Song Dynasty is a land of etiquette, and we naturally keep our word. But what about your Liao Dynasty...?"

The officials immediately laughed at Yang Yanzhao's words. Yang Yanzhao subtly countered, causing the envoy's face to change color several times. Finally, the envoy snorted heavily and said, "In that case, let's draw up a written agreement as proof."

With that, Yang Yanzhao selected an official with good writing skills, laid out paper and prepared ink on the spot, and a contract was drawn up in one stroke, in duplicate, stamped with the seal of the Song Dynasty, and the envoy also stamped it with a small seal symbolizing the emperor of the Liao Dynasty. The fact that this special envoy possesses this royal seal demonstrates his extraordinary status; no wonder he can make decisions on such important matters.

Both sides put away the agreement, and the Liao envoy cupped his hands to Emperor Zhenzong, saying, "A month from now, we will determine the winner through a martial arts contest in this imperial city. I will take my leave."

Seeing this rudeness, Yang Yanzhao's voice was cold and sharp as he said, "I will not see you off." He hadn't expected the envoy to be such a hidden master; Yang Yanzhao's seventy percent power had been met with only a slight pause .

This indicated he was at least a mid-level Heavenly Dao expert. The entire court watched the envoy's arrogant departure, naturally feeling resentful, but what could they do? Now that someone dared to bully even the emperor, the emperor had nothing to say, let alone their petty resentment. Emperor Zhenzong said to Yang Yanzhao, "Minister Yang, I really owe you a great debt this time. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to explain this to the Empress Dowager!" Yang Yanzhao replied, "Your Majesty, it is a subject's duty to share the Emperor's burdens. However, the Liao Dynasty is simply too arrogant. Even if we escape this time, there's no guarantee they won't find other excuses to cause trouble in the future. I urge Your Majesty to order the strengthening of military training. I am willing to guard the border for the long term to protect the peace of our Great Song Dynasty." Yang Yanzhao knew that the Great Song Dynasty had always valued civil officials over military ones, which was why he proposed strengthening military preparedness at this time. He hoped to use the resentment stirred up by the Liao people's arrogance to prevent the scholars from opposing the plan. However, Yang Yanzhao underestimated those scholars. As soon as Yang Yanzhao finished speaking, a minister stepped forward from among the civil officials and said, "Your Majesty, you must not! If our Great Song strengthens its military affairs at this time, the Liao will surely seize this as an excuse to cause trouble. Moreover, since Emperor Taizu, we have implemented a policy of emphasizing civil affairs and de-emphasizing military affairs. Strengthening military preparedness would violate Emperor Taizu's last instructions! I urge Your Majesty to reconsider!" Emperor Zhenzong was also somewhat angry and was about to agree with Yang Yanzhao, but after hearing the minister's words, he couldn't help but hesitate. Yang Yanzhao, furious, pointed at the official who had come out and said, "Lord Ma, now you finally speak up! Why didn't you come out to help His Majesty earlier? You all shut up as soon as the Liao people were mentioned, afraid of offending them. You even dared to agree to marry off the princess! Yes, it's not your daughter being married off; you're just talking. But have you considered the consequences if this precedent is set? Then Tibet, Western Xia, and other countries will come to request marriage alliances. Do you think we'll have to marry off another princess then? It's people like you who have fueled the Liao people's arrogance. Our Song soldiers are protecting the peace of the Song people in the harsh borderlands, while you officials are indulging in pleasure and debauchery in the bustling capital. Without those soldiers, would you have such a peaceful life?" "You...you...you're just being unreasonable!" The official's face flushed red after Yang Yanzhao's outburst, but he couldn't think of anything to refute it, only pointing at Yang Yanzhao and uttering "unreasonable." Silence fell over the hall, broken only by the official's heavy breathing. Some officials seemed ashamed, while others glared at Yang Yanzhao, ready to argue. At this moment, the Eighth Prince, who had been observing the situation clearly, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Marshal Yang's words are not without reason. The reason why the Liao Dynasty is so arrogant, even disregarding our Great Song Dynasty as an equal, is related to our Great Song's tolerance. Although our Great Song Dynasty is a land of etiquette and doesn't stoop to the level of these barbarians, a certain degree of military deterrence is still necessary. 'I will not attack unless attacked.'" The most authoritative figure in the court... Since the Eighth Prince had spoken, the ministers who were about to refute Yang Yanzhao consciously shut their mouths. After listening to the Eighth Prince's words, Emperor Zhenzong thought for a moment and said, "Let it be as you two ministers say. From today onwards, order the Ministry of War to strengthen military preparedness. The living conditions of the soldiers on the border must be improved. In another month, there will be a martial arts competition in the capital. No matter the outcome, we must be on guard against the Liao people." Chapter 160 Martial Arts Competition for Betrothal, Royal Dilemma "Your Majesty is wise!" Yang Yanzhao immediately knelt down and said. At the same time, the military officials who were usually suppressed by the civil officials in the court were unusually excited and knelt down to Emperor Zhenzong. The civil officials, perhaps also wanting to continue their comfortable lives, understood from Yang Yanzhao's words that their good days wouldn't last long without the soldiers on the border. Since the Emperor had already agreed, they reluctantly complied, saying, "Your Majesty is wise." Emperor Zhenzong, seeing the rare unity among his civil and military officials, was slightly pleased and said, "This morning's court session ends here. Prince Xian, Marshal Yang, and Lord Kou, please remain. Everyone else may leave." After Zhenzong finished speaking, a eunuch beside him called out, "Court adjourned." Once the civil and military officials had left the hall, only a few people remained in the vast palace. Emperor Zhenzong descended from his throne and said to the three remaining officials, "My three beloved ministers, let's go to the Imperial Study for a detailed discussion." With that, Zhenzong walked ahead, the three following closely behind. Entering the Imperial Study, Emperor Zhenzong sat down, looked at the three, and said to the eunuch beside him, "Please be seated." "Thank you, Your Majesty," the three replied, sitting down. Emperor Zhenzong said, "My three ministers, I kept you here for the sake of the martial arts competition. This time, I owe a great debt to Minister Yang. I have repeatedly shown leniency towards the Liao people, but I never expected them to set their sights on my princess." "Your Majesty," Kou Zhun laughed, "this has already been averted. As long as we win this competition, the Liao people will have nothing to say, and it will also dampen their morale. Don't they claim to be militarily strong? If we lose even in a martial arts competition to the Song Dynasty, which they call weak and uncivilized, let's see how arrogant they can be then." "What you say is true, my minister," Emperor Zhenzong said, "but there are five rounds of competition, which means we must win at least three. However, as you know, the warriors of our Song Dynasty have always been independent of the court and are not subject to its commands. If we rely solely on the Song Dynasty, we have no chance of winning!" The Eighth Prince said, "Your Majesty's words are exactly what I'm worried about. The Liao Dynasty is not like our Song Dynasty. Moreover, with five matches, to be on the safe side, the Liao people will inevitably bring in some helpers. If they also invite experts from Tibet and Western Xia, our Song Dynasty will truly have no hope of victory." Emperor Zhenzong's face darkened further upon hearing the Eighth Prince's words. The Eighth Prince glanced at Yang Yanzhao, who seemed completely unconcerned, and then said to Emperor Zhenzong, "Your Majesty, since it was Marshal Yang who proposed the competition, we might as well ask him. I imagine he has already considered what we've thought of, and perhaps he has already devised a solution." Emperor Zhenzong's expression changed, and he looked at Yang Yanzhao, saying, "Minister Yang, is it as the Eighth Prince says? Why don't you tell me?" "Your Majesty, do you know why I didn't propose marriage to the princess for my own child, nor for other talented men in the capital, but instead specifically for Ye Tianqi, a man of little renown?" Yang Yanzhao said. Emperor Zhenzong was also somewhat puzzled. He had expected Yang Yanzhao to propose marriage for his son, but he hadn't. Hearing Yang Yanzhao's explanation, he was perplexed and said, "If you didn't propose marriage for your son, I could understand it was to avoid being used as an excuse to humiliate him. But why choose Ye Tianqi, who is quite good? I really don't understand." "Your Majesty," Yang Yanzhao asked, "is Ye Tianqi a江湖人 (jianghu person, a member of the martial arts world)?" "Indeed," Emperor Zhenzong confirmed. "For a long time, the court and the jianghu have been two separate worlds. The court tends to ignore jianghu affairs, and jianghu people consciously avoid offending the government. This has created a situation where the government can't control jianghu people. If the elites of the capital are represented, it's like our court is fighting against the Liao court and the jianghu. Our Great Song will undoubtedly lose. But if Ye Tianqi, a jianghu figure, is chosen as the representative, what does that mean? Your Majesty should understand," Yang Yanzhao explained. "Very well, my dear minister, your considerations are indeed thorough. However, there is one thing I don't quite understand. Even if Ye Tianqi is a member of the martial arts world, can he really persuade a peerless master to fight for him?" Emperor Zhenzong asked. Yang Yanzhao smiled and said, "Your Majesty has also met Ye Tianqi and his wife. What is Your Majesty's opinion of them?" Emperor Zhenzong thought for a moment and said, "They are absolutely outstanding individuals, young talents, and possess extraordinary temperament and a refined air."

"As Your Majesty said, do you think such outstanding individuals would appear out of thin air? Aren't there other people behind them, such as their sects?" Yang Yanzhao asked.

"Ah, I understand. Considering their achievements at such a young age, the person who could cultivate such talents must be an unparalleled master. In that case, even if Ye Tianqi is not up to par, the person behind Ye Tianqi will certainly not sit idly by and watch him lose to the Liao people. This greatly increases our chances of victory," Emperor Zhenzong said excitedly.

"Exactly. Your Majesty has forgotten one point. Ye Tianqi's sect is certainly not an ordinary sect. Such a sect must have allied sects or friends. Then..." Yang Yanzhao added.

"Good...good, hearing your words, I am truly relieved. However, this is merely our speculation. If they don't have a powerful backer, we still need to make some preparations. Your Yang family is practically part of the martial arts world. I've heard there are four grandmasters in the martial arts world, among whom Sword Saint Lu Qingyi has a grudge against the Liao people, and they even have an agreement to duel. You might as well go and invite him to come. I think there's a good chance of success. My imperial palace also has a peerless master, who should be of use." Everyone knew that Emperor Zhenzong was referring to Princess Qingwu's master. Since it concerned his disciple, the master would certainly not remain uninvolved. However, what they didn't expect was that the Jade Sword Fairy had already left a letter and vanished without a trace!

The group discussed the matter for a long time, but after careful consideration, they realized the court's resources were extremely limited. Finally, Yang Yanzhao said, "Your Majesty, if all else fails, my mother could also be considered."

Emperor Zhenzong immediately replied, "No! The Dowager Empress is of noble birth; how can she be risked so easily? What if something happens to her? How could I bear it?"

Finally, the Eighth Prince said, "It's no use just worrying here. Your Majesty should issue a decree to announce this to the world. Perhaps a skilled martial artist from the common people will come to our aid. Moreover, the person in question should also be informed. I have always felt that Ye Tianqi is no ordinary man. Perhaps what seems like a great problem to us will become simple in his hands." Emperor

Zhenzong said, "As the Eighth Prince suggests, issue a decree to announce to the world that a martial arts contest to determine the marriage will be held in the capital with the Liao Kingdom in one month. All martial artists of our Great Song Dynasty are welcome to enter the capital as long as they do not cause trouble. At the same time, issue a decree to Ye Tianqi informing him of this matter and instructing him to find a solution. If he wants to become my son-in-law, he must demonstrate some strength."

"Your Majesty, we obey!" said the three princes.

Yang Yanzhao, holding the imperial edict, left the imperial study with the eight princes and Kou Zhun, and the three of them walked out of the imperial city.

At this time, Emperor Zhenzong had just returned to the inner palace. The empress was helping Zhenzong change out of his dragon robe when they heard a eunuch shouting from afar, "The Empress Dowager has arrived!"

Zhenzong hurriedly straightened his clothes and stood respectfully at the door. A kind old woman came down, surrounded by several palace maids.

"Your son (daughter-in-law) greets Your Majesty, and wishes Your Majesty good health!" Zhenzong and the empress hurriedly bowed to the old woman.

"We are family, why so much formality? Rise, all of you," the empress dowager said, sitting in her chair.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Heng'er, do you still remember that you have a mother like me?" the empress dowager said angrily.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. How could I forget you? Why are you so angry?" Zhenzong hurriedly said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, what is it that makes you angry?" the empress also comforted him.

The Empress Dowager looked at the Empress and said, "Your Majesty doesn't know yet, does he? Today, His Majesty almost married Qingwu off to a foreign land. How can I not be angry?"

The Empress exclaimed in surprise, "How could that be? Mother, you must have heard some rumors! Qingwu is His Majesty's most beloved youngest daughter, how could she..."

The Empress Dowager said, "How could she not? If it weren't for Prince Xian and Minister Yang's dissuasion, and Minister Yang's suggestion of a martial arts contest to arrange the marriage, perhaps my poor granddaughter would have been married off to a foreign land in just a few days!"

Hearing this, the Empress couldn't help but believe it a little more and looked at Emperor Zhenzong. Emperor Zhenzong had long known that he couldn't hide it from the Empress Dowager, and he hadn't intended to conceal it. He just hadn't expected the Empress Dowager to find out about this so quickly, and to come here so soon after court! Seeing the Empress's questioning and inquiring eyes, he nodded, confirming the Empress's doubts.

Upon hearing this, the Empress's expression changed drastically. As the mother, she had no objection to Princess Qingwu's marriage, but sending her to a foreign land for a political alliance was heartbreaking for her daughter. She could only look at Emperor Zhenzong with a sorrowful expression.

Emperor Zhenzong, seeing the expressions of the Empress Dowager and the Empress, felt a headache coming on and said, "You both know I have no choice. Do you think my love for Qingwu is any less than yours? I am her father! If there were any other way, would I watch my daughter marry a man of such a disreputable reputation? As soon as Minister Yang proposed the martial arts contest for marriage, I immediately agreed. Isn't this for Qingwu's sake?"

"Then," the Empress Dowager said, perhaps already aware of the situation at court, "if you don't want to marry Qingwu to a foreigner, why not simply betroth her to someone else? Why bother with a martial arts contest? If she wins, great, but what if she loses?"

"Mother, you know I, as Emperor, can't make all the decisions. I must consider the well-being of the people. Otherwise, this is just a family matter; why would I bother with such trouble?" Emperor Zhenzong said helplessly.

The Empress Dowager said, "I understand your difficulties, but I will absolutely not agree to marry Qingwu to a foreigner, especially one with such a tarnished reputation."

"Mother, I also disagree. That's why I specifically agreed to Minister Yang's marriage proposal—I'm doing everything I can to stop this. I've already issued an imperial edict throughout the land. Now, we can only hope that our Song Dynasty can win this martial arts competition; otherwise, Qingwu will have no choice but to marry abroad," Emperor Zhenzong said.

"Then who exactly is competing against the foreigner?" the Empress asked.

"I've met this man before. Wasn't the Empress wondering why I suddenly looked so young? It was this man who gave me the elixir, making me look much younger. Moreover, he's incredibly skilled in martial arts and was the savior of Prince Xian and Marshal Yang. He once defeated the second-best fighter in the Liao Kingdom. Therefore, Minister Yang proposed marriage to him, and I agreed to marry Qingwu to him if the Song Dynasty wins," Emperor Zhenzong explained.

"I wonder if Qingwu will agree?" the Empress nodded and sighed.

"Qingwu is destined for this. She's my royal daughter, and even we are powerless to change her fate. We can only hope for victory for the Song Dynasty. Ye Tianqi is a handsome and talented young man, absolutely worthy of our Qingwu. If the Empress and Mother are worried, why not go to the Tianbo Mansion to meet Ye Tianqi? I guarantee you'll be very satisfied," Emperor Zhenzong said, thinking of Ye Tianqi.

"Is that so? There aren't many people Your Majesty praises so highly. I really must go and see him. Mother, wouldn't you like to go and see him too?"

the Empress said.

"Ah, it's good to go out for a walk. It's been a while since Old Madam She has come to the palace. I heard that Ning'er has found a husband, and she hasn't come to see me these past few days. This is a good opportunity to go and see her. After all, she's my granddaughter," the

Empress Dowager said with a smile. Just then, a eunuch announced from outside, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Attendant Wang requests an audience!"

The Emperor, relieved to have finally appeased the Empress and the Empress Dowager, heard the announcement and said, "Summon him!"

With a long shout from the eunuch, a man nearing fifty entered the room, bowed, and said, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty, Empress, and Empress Dowager!"

"Rise, my dear minister. May I ask what brings you to see me at this time?" Emperor Zhenzong knew that these Imperial Attendants were all once renowned figures in the martial arts world. Because they were recruited by the royal family to protect the palace, they usually spent their time in quiet contemplation in the Imperial Attendant Hall. The matter that had prompted the Imperial Attendant to come was certainly not ordinary.

"Your Majesty, I have come with urgent news. Not long ago, Young Master Ye and his wife, along with the princess and the young princess, were assassinated in the marketplace."

"What? You mean someone assassinated Qingwu?" Emperor Zhenzong asked anxiously.

The courtier Wang replied, "Your Majesty, please don't worry. The princess is now safe and sound and should be at the Tianbo Mansion. The actual targets of the assassination attempt were not the princess, but Young Master Ye and Miss Shi."

"Oh? Why is that? They've just arrived in the capital; why would any enemy want to assassinate them in such a strategic location?" Emperor Zhenzong asked, puzzled.

(Chapter 161: A Disguised Marriage, A Decree to Rob the Bride)

The courtier Wang replied, "Your Majesty, please don't worry. The princess is now safe and sound and should be at the Tianbo Mansion. The actual targets of the assassination attempt were not the princess, but Young Master Ye and Miss Shi."

"Oh? Why is that? They've just arrived in the capital; why would any enemy want to assassinate them in such a strategic location?" Emperor Zhenzong asked, puzzled.

"As far as I know, the assassins were actually Yelü Minghui, the second-best fighter in the Liao Dynasty, and the third prince, Yelü Zhi. The reason they fought against Young Master Ye and his wife, as well as the princess, was because Young Master Ye and his wife had saved Marshal Yang and the Eighth Prince from their clutches. They attacked Young Master Ye in the marketplace when they saw him still seriously injured. The princess got involved because she helped Young Master Ye and his wife repel the enemy." The Imperial Attendant Wang reported the information they had gathered.

"I see. Is Qingwu alright?" the Empress Dowager asked.

"Your Majesty, Princess Sha's cultivation has already entered the realm of martial arts, far surpassing my own. The Princess and that young lady Shi, working together, actually forced Yelü Minghui into a state of chaos. I couldn't believe when the Princess had achieved such skill; it truly puts us cultivators to shame."

"Minister Wang, you jest. That girl's martial arts are nothing special; I didn't find anything particularly remarkable about them. Besides, it was two against one, and they even forced him back. How could a young lady be a match for you retainers?" The Empress Dowager knew nothing of martial arts. Hearing Minister Wang praise Princess Qingwu as being even more skilled than herself, she assumed he was flattering her and laughed.

Emperor Zhenzong, however, had practiced some health cultivation and, while not knowing much more about martial arts than the Empress Dowager, still possessed some knowledge of the martial world. Minister Wang, of course, wouldn't joke about such things, implying that his youngest daughter had somehow become a master right under his nose. This time, the phrase "both scholarly and martial" truly applies to Princess Qingwu. Emperor Zhenzong pondered for a moment and said, "You're saying the one who fought the princess in the capital was Yelü Minghui of the Liao Dynasty?" The Imperial

Attendant Wang nodded. Emperor

Zhenzong slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Outrageous! Does the Song Dynasty have no one to rely on? To cause trouble in the capital region! If it weren't for the martial arts competition scheduled for a month from now, I would never have let this go. My esteemed minister, you may leave now. I understand." "

Your humble

servant takes his leave," Wang replied. After Wang left, Emperor Zhenzong continued, "The Liao people are increasingly disregarding the Song Dynasty, allowing such a skilled fighter to come to the capital region and fight. What if he were to attempt to assassinate me?"

"Your Majesty, please don't let anger harm your health. These martial arts figures will be dealt with by the martial arts community. Didn't you tell me that Yelü Minghui fought against a swordsmanship master from our Great Song named Lu Qingyi? I believe that if Lu Qingyi heard about this, he would definitely come to the capital. Moreover, if Your Majesty slightly altered this story and secretly spreads it throughout the land, saying that the Liao master Yelü Minghui tried to kidnap our Great Song princess but was forced to retreat by her, then even if those self-righteous martial arts figures disobey the court's orders,..." "They are, after all, subjects of our Great Song Dynasty. Even for the sake of their own face, they won't easily swallow this insult. After all, the Liao martial arts masters' actions within the territory of the Great Song clearly show their disrespect for the Song martial artists. Such an insult will surely not be tolerated by those martial artists. When martial arts figures gather in the capital, I imagine that during the martial arts competition, some reclusive masters who cannot stand by and watch will step in. Wouldn't that greatly increase our chances of winning?" The Empress, oblivious to Emperor Zhenzong's increasingly surprised expression, continued her eloquent speech.

"Good, good, Your Majesty is indeed wise, worthy of being the daughter of the former prime minister. But why have I never seen Your Majesty display such talent before?" Emperor Zhenzong laughed.

"Ah! Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness. As the mother of the nation, my duty is merely to manage the harem for Your Majesty. Other matters of state are not for a woman like me to speak of so recklessly. If it weren't for Qingwu's involvement, I wouldn't have come up with this idea. Please forgive me, Your Majesty," the Empress said fearfully.

"What offense? I didn't expect my Empress to be so intelligent. Do you think I don't know your character? Besides, I couldn't have come up with this solution myself. However, I'm very satisfied, so I'll do as you say," Emperor Zhenzong said with a smile, reassuring the Empress.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the Empress said.

"Mother, it's rare for you to come to my place. Please have lunch with me. It's been a long time since I've eaten with you. After lunch, you and I can go to Tianbo Mansion to see Ye Tianqi, whom I mentioned," Emperor Zhenzong said to the Empress Dowager, noticing that it was already noon.

"My son is usually busy with state affairs, so I naturally can't come to disturb him. Today, since we have some free time, let's have a meal together as a family," the Empress Dowager said.

"Empress, please tell the Imperial Kitchen to bring the imperial lunch here," Emperor Zhenzong said.

“But Your Majesty, this is the Imperial Study, a place for handling state affairs. How can we dine here? If the remonstrating officials find out, Your Majesty will have a headache. Why not move to a side hall?” the Empress said with a smile.

“Your Majesty is very thoughtful. Let’s do as Your Majesty says,” Emperor Zhenzong nodded.

“I will go and make the arrangements. Your Majesty, please have a good talk with the Empress Dowager.” After saying this, the Empress left the Imperial Study, followed by several palace maids to arrange lunch.

Meanwhile, Ye Tianqi and his companions were chatting and laughing in the courtyard when Princess Qingwu suddenly changed her expression and said, “I wonder why Marshal Yang is so happy. Is there some good news?”

At this moment, the few people with slightly weaker skills also heard Yang Yanzhao’s hearty laughter approaching. When they stood up, Yang Yanzhao had already entered carrying a yellow silk scroll. When Ye Tianqi saw the yellow silk scroll, he thought of the imperial edict he had just received yesterday and couldn’t help but think: Could it be another imperial edict? I just came out of the palace not long ago. Is there something else I need to do? Just as Ye Tianqi was wondering, he heard Yang Yanzhao say solemnly, "Ye Tianqi, receive the imperial decree!"

Ye Tianqi was stunned for a moment, and only when Yang Yanzhao said, "Tianqi, why aren't you receiving the imperial decree?" did Ye Tianqi react. He hurriedly knelt on the ground, imitating the etiquette he had seen on television in his previous life. The women behind him also knelt down. Princess Qingwu stood there, and Yang Yanzhao said, "Since the princess is here, why

don't you receive the imperial decree together?" "Me?" Princess Qingwu asked with some doubt. Could the imperial decree for Ye Tianqi have any connection with her? However, Princess Qingwu still knelt down respectfully to receive the decree.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao cleared his throat and announced loudly, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Ye Tianqi, a chivalrous hero of the Jianghu, who is devoted to the country, saved the wise prince, and protected the pillar of our Great Song Dynasty, is hereby granted the title of Marquis of Xiaoyao, and is exempt from attending court." Hearing this, Ye Tianqi thought to himself:

"No way, just a title of Marquis of Xiaoyao like that? There's no such thing as a free lunch. It can't be anything good. It seems the Emperor always praises someone to the skies before ordering them to do anything." "But..." Hearing this word, Ye Tianqi thought to himself: "I knew it! There's no such thing as a free lunch. There must be something for me to do.

" "But..." "All the people of our Great Song Dynasty are proud of our Great Song Dynasty. Now, the third prince of the Great Liao Dynasty seeks the hand in marriage with Princess Qingwu... So be it!"

Upon hearing the imperial edict, Ye Tianqi was stunned. What kind of thing was this? Marrying a princess of the Song Dynasty? He had never even considered such a thing! But the edict clearly told him that this was not a pipe dream but a real fact. Although it said that he had to win five matches against the Liao Dynasty in order to marry the princess, the tone of the edict clearly indicated that he had to win the matches no matter what. He was determined to marry the princess, and if anything went wrong, Emperor Zhenzong would not be able to forgive him no matter what.

Princess Qingwu was stunned. How could such a thing happen? Although she had long known that she had no say in her marriage, she remembered how much Emperor Zhenzong and Empress Dowager loved her, and that they wouldn't force her to marry. But the imperial edict she had just heard almost made her faint. To marry the infamous and notorious third prince of the Liao Dynasty, she would rather die. Fortunately, she understood the meaning of the edict: if the Song Dynasty, represented by Ye Tianqi, could win, she wouldn't have to marry Yelü Zhi but would instead marry Ye Tianqi. Although Princess Qingwu didn't have any feelings for Ye Tianqi, she still had some affection for him. Ye Tianqi was the first man she had ever accompanied to go shopping. Princess Qingwu secretly glanced at the stunned Ye Tianqi. She hadn't noticed him before, but now her mood changed. Princess Qingwu realized that Ye Tianqi was also a handsome man, and a martial arts practitioner. He was exactly the husband she had imagined. Ever since Princess Qingwu became a disciple of the Jade Sword Fairy, she had dreamed of a life of martial arts, hoping to one day roam the martial world with a sword instead of being a stay-at-home wife and mother. Princess Qingwu was now experiencing a complex mix of emotions. Although she was somewhat angry that Emperor Zhenzong had treated her lifelong happiness as a gamble, she found herself not so angry as she was. Instead, she felt a faint sense of gratitude towards Yelü Zhi, grateful that he had given her the opportunity to escape court etiquette and enter the world of martial arts. At least, Princess Qingwu had no objection to marrying Ye Tianqi in the future. Perhaps only Ye Tianqi could provide her with the life she envisioned and also win her heart.

"Tianqi, why don't you accept the imperial decree and express your gratitude?" Yang Yanzhao, able to imagine the turmoil in Ye Tianqi's heart, reminded him.

"Oh, Your Majesty, I accept the decree and express my gratitude!" Ye Tianqi respectfully accepted the imperial decree and stood up.

Everyone else also stood up, but no one noticed the flicker of excitement in Princess Qingwu's eyes when she saw Ye Tianqi accept the decree.

Ye Tianqi handed the imperial edict to Xiaoyu'er, who was standing to the side, and asked her to keep it safe. Then he invited Yang Yanzhao to sit down and said, "Father-in-law, what exactly happened? How did the princess and I end up

like this...?" Yang Yanzhao took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry, let me tell you. This matter was just decided. If it weren't for your father fighting for you, you probably wouldn't have had the chance to win the beauty's heart, and the princess would have had to accept her fate and marry into a foreign land. This was the only opportunity that the wise prince, Lord Kou, and many other officials fought for for the princess. Whether you can rescue the princess from this predicament depends on you." As he spoke, Yang Yanzhao recounted what had happened at the morning court session, which made everyone's hearts rise and fall.

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