Remarry 9,000 Years Old

Probably to show the importance of the marriage, this Tatar princess was quite outstanding in appearance, and was obviously determined to conquer the King of Chu.

Beautiful girls usually have a high opinion of themselves, so she tried to grab Ning Su's arm, but was dodged and looked surprised.

Perhaps she didn't expect that anyone could resist her charm.

"Don't you remember me, Mr. Chang?" She spoke fluent Da Chu Mandarin. "Seven years ago, I came to Da Chu with my father. We met several times."

There is also this?

Shen Nanqiao was about to rush over, but these words fell clearly into her ears, causing her to stop abruptly.

The princess looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and would have been only eight or nine years old seven years ago. She inexplicably thought of the little girl Ning Su had once admired, who was also of that age.

For some unknown reason, she hid behind the pillar, wanting to hear what the two of them had to say next.

Ning Su reminded indifferently.

"The feast is about to begin."

The princess evidently thought that this indifference was feigned, and took another step forward.

"My name is Wuya. Let me think about it. I have been to your house as a guest before!"

Shen Nanqiao suddenly felt his scalp tighten.

She has actually been to Pingyuan Marquis Mansion, so it is most likely her, right?

Ning Su did not respond, walked past Princess Wuya and went straight to the inner hall.

The Tatar woman was not as reserved and quiet as the one from Da Chu, so she followed in two or three steps.

"My father Khan told me to pick someone I like and I don't have to marry the Emperor of Great Chu."

Ning Su ignored him and just quickened his pace.

When he intentionally wanted to get rid of someone, the other person would inevitably not be able to catch up. Princess Wuya shouted unwillingly from behind.

"I know you remember it! Let's see how long you can pretend!"

Shen Nanqiao carefully watched the people walk away, and then slipped back without anyone noticing.

If I hadn't washed my hands, I wouldn't have known about this. It's true that there is no wall that is impenetrable.

The Grand Tutor's wife was quite puzzled to see her come back so soon.

"Why do you look so pale? Is your period coming again? That's unfortunate."

Shen Nanqiao sneered: "That's right, it's bad luck to go out!"

The wife of the Grand Tutor didn't understand what was going on and was just about to ask her if she had prepared a menstrual belt when she saw the Emperor, Empress and Crown Prince walking in from outside.

The Queen Mother usually doesn't show up on such occasions, so the Ninth Princess acts as a representative.

What is thought-provoking is that Shen Jingyi is right beside the Ninth Princess, which is undoubtedly a hidden signal to the imperial edicts.

Many ladies looked at Shen Jingyi differently, wondering if she was going to gain power.

Emperor Ming was quite satisfied with the arrangement of the entire banquet and praised it sincerely.

"Old Nine's wife is really capable."

The Queen followed suit and joined in the fun.

"Yes, it is to welcome my husband back victoriously."

Only then did Shen Nanqiao notice the Ninth Prince, whom he had not paid much attention to in his previous life. He was somewhat similar to Emperor Ming. Although they were not born of the same mother, they both had handsome features.

It’s just that the Ninth Prince is more arrogant. Except for being somewhat gentle when looking at the Ninth Princess, he always has a cold face.

Hearing the Queen's teasing, the Ninth Princess just smiled faintly, without any shyness on her face, as if she was not the one being teased.

Emperor Ming was very kind to the Tatar princess.

"We are a country of etiquette. Since you are willing to make peace, we should treat you with courtesy."

Princess Wuya stood up gracefully and bowed slightly to Emperor Ming.

"Your Majesty is very perceptive. I am here on behalf of my father, the Khan, to make peace, not for some kind of marriage as the legend has it." Her eyes fell on Ning Su who was not far away, "But I do intend to marry into our Great Chu..."

Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows with interest. Who in this world doesn't like to watch the fun?

"Which young talent in the court have you set your sights on?" He was already over 40, so naturally he wasn't interested in girls who were old enough to be his daughters. "If there is one, I can make the decision, which would also preserve the friendship between our two countries."

Princess Wuya raised her chin and pointed in the direction of Ning Su.

"I met the factory official a few times when I came to Beijing with my father Khan. If the emperor is willing to help, I am willing to marry him."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Nanqiao, and even Princess Ning looked over leisurely.

Emperor Ming was in high spirits. He glanced at Ning Su, who had a blank expression, and smiled.

"It's such a pity that the girl you like just got married a few years ago and is now in her newlywed years. If you marry her, I'm afraid you will have to be a concubine."

Unexpectedly, Princess Uya nodded nonchalantly.

"What's the harm? We Tatars are allowed to have multiple wives. Isn't that the case with you, Great Chu?"

Emperor Ming was stumped for a moment. He originally wanted her to give up, but he didn't expect that he was outwitted instead. He subconsciously looked at Ning Su.

Ning Su said calmly.

"I have no intention of having three wives and four concubines."

Emperor Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said to Princess Uya again.

"We have so many talented young people in Da Chu, all gathered here today, you can pick as many as you want."

"I don't need to choose. Apart from Ning Changchen, I'm not interested in anyone else." Princess Wuya turned her head towards Shen Nanqiao and smiled provocatively. "Is this the wife he married? Do you dare to compete with me? Whoever wins will get her!"

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Shen Nanqiao: Aren't we having a feast? You didn't say you wanted to bet on your husband before you came.