After breaking off relations, the prince's family regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Chen Changan was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"Tukuli, you are still young, there are many things you don't understand."

"Yes, I like your sister. Your sister...may have feelings for me too, but we represent two different countries and different beliefs."

"National assimilation is the most important issue."

Chen Changan sighed: "Think about it, I spend so much money every year to help your sister build the country, doesn't this explain the problem?"

"But my sister may not support me, so I want to ask for your opinion first."

Tukuli was silent for a moment. Although he didn't understand, he still knew how much money 2 billion yuan a year was.

Not to mention anything else, even if we win the war, we can only ask Da Chu for 500 million every year!

What else is there to fight for?

"Okay, I agree."

Tukuri signed his name on the contract: "Give me a piece of paper and I'll write a letter to my sister!"

nailed it.

Chen Changan nodded and chuckled, that was half done.

As for the letter written to Tukuri and Yinzhu Zhuoma...it should be to tell her about this matter.

After writing the letter, Chen Changan instructed Li Yuanhao to deliver it to Yinzhu Zhuoma.

Then, wait for tomorrow to come!

……

The next day, Chen Changan, accompanied by Yan Qing, Lao Ma, Liu Baizhong and Yue Shan, arrived at the negotiation place in the afternoon.

Two Xixia women had been waiting here for a long time.

One of the Xixia women bowed to Chen Changan: "Master Chen, do you remember me? I gave you a bath~"

Yan Qing was furious and looked at Chen Changan angrily.

Chen Changan waved his hands and laughed: "Sister, please stop talking nonsense. I am an honest and trustworthy young man, and I have not gained this reputation in vain. Where is your Khan? Can you come out and let me see him?"

"Our Khan said she likes clean men."

The Xixia woman was speechless: "Let us give the lady a bath before we go to see her."

"Isn't this... bad?"

"Our Khan said that if Lord Chen feels bad or is afraid of Military Advisor Yan, then he should go back and prepare for a battle."

"Afraid of Military Advisor Yan? When did I become afraid of her?"

Chen Changan turned around and looked at Yan Qing, his face full of helplessness.

There is nothing I can do about it, otherwise people won’t talk about it. You say, national affairs all depend on my bath.

How could Yan Qing refuse such a thing?

Can't refuse at all.

Inside the tent, candlelight flickered, and light and shadows danced and flickered on the surrounding curtains.

Several Western Xia women walked in with graceful steps. Their steps were as light as willow branches swaying in the wind.

The woman in the lead had eyes as clear as autumn water, and her gaze was full of agility and gentleness. She nodded slightly, signaling her companions to bring the hot water to the bathtub.

The hot water produced wisps of steam, filling the entire tent like a fairyland.

The women stretched out their slender hands and gently unbuttoned Chen Changan's clothes. Their fingertips were slightly red. Perhaps it was because they were a little tired from carrying hot water all the way, but they still took off his clothes steadily, folded them neatly and put them aside.

Then, they supported Chen Changan and slowly walked towards the bathtub.

The hot water in the bucket is clear, with a few beautiful flower petals floating on the water, exuding a faint fragrance.

The women picked up the cloth beside them, gently dipped it in hot water, and wiped Chen Changan's face and neck. Their movements were so gentle as if they were wiping a rare treasure.

"Lord Lukurhan, this is the clothes that the Khan personally made for you."

The Xixia woman took out a piece of clothing, raised her eyebrows and said, "Try it on. You should look very handsome in this."

Chen Changan wore a fox fur hat. The furry edge perfectly outlined his resolute facial features. His deep eyes sparkled sharply under the brim of the hat, as if hiding the vastness of the grassland.

The robe she was wearing was colorful yet harmonious, with exquisite embroidery winding around the collar and cuffs, and every stitch seemed to tell an ancient story.

He wore a wide belt around his waist, with gems inlaid on it sparkling in the sunlight. He wore black trousers and a pair of long leather boots. Every step he took was steady and powerful.

"Little sister, I'm curious, what does Lukuerhan mean?"

"What do you mean?" The Xixia woman blushed slightly. "You should ask our Khan. Our Khan won't let me tell you."

"Your Khan has already said it, and I want to know if she is right."

Chen Changan said seriously.

The people of Xixia are all simple-minded, so how could the little girl bear such a stoop? "Yes...my man."

my man!

My tough guy!

I am Yinzhu Zhuoma’s man!

Chen Changan sighed heavily, with complicated thoughts flashing through his mind.

While Chen Changan was taking a bath, Chi Shi walked up to Yan Qing, nodded and said, "Miss Yan, our Khan invites you over."

"Invite me over? Invite me over for what? Aren't we only going to talk to Chen Changan?"

"I don't know what's going on either. You'll probably know when you... go there."

Chiya shrugged: "If you don't go, I'm afraid you'll regret it."

Yan Qing naturally couldn't do anything that she would regret, so she followed Chi Shi away. After only a moment, she came back.

There was a complicated look on his face.

At this time, someone appeared in the Xixia camp and set up a golden tent.

The tent is octagonal in shape, with each corner slightly raised, like a golden roc spreading its wings ready to fly, demonstrating the unique majestic spirit of the royal family.

It is made entirely of top-quality silk, which sparkles with golden light under the caress of the sunlight. The light is so bright that it seems to gather all the dignity and glory in the world here.

The door curtain of the tent is made of countless round pearls, and a golden dragon is seen with its fangs and claws bared, its dragon whiskers swaying in the wind, as if it will break through the wall in the next second, showing the royal majesty.

Seeing the golden tent, Yan Qing was speechless and shook his head slightly.

"Old Ma, you stay here and wait for Chen Changan. I'll go back... to mobilize the troops."

Old Ma could only nod slightly, and Yan Qing turned and left.

After Chen Changan finished taking a bath, a Xixia girl brought him to the golden tent.

The first thing that catches your eye is a huge golden nanmu couch, which is covered with soft white fox fur, making people feel warm and comfortable just by looking at it.

Above the couch hangs a dazzling crystal chandelier. The crystal is cut just right, refracting the light into colorful halos, adding a touch of fantasy to the entire tent.

There are many exquisite bronze and porcelain wares placed around the tent, each of which has a unique shape and exquisite craftsmanship.

"Changan, do you hate me?"

Yinzhu Zhuoma stood at the window, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Yinzhu Zhuoma felt bad for killing her lover, and she didn't even have the face to face Chen Changan.

"Why do I hate you?"

"You don't hate me? Impossible!"

Yinzhu Zhuoma held a sharp blade in her hand, her eyes full of determination, and approached Chen Changan step by step.

"Chen Changan, kill me, or I will kill you."

Her voice was cold and her words were filled with unquestionable ruthlessness, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her inner struggle.

"Tiedan, I don't know why you suddenly do this to me, but I believe you must have your reasons."

His voice was steady, without any trace of panic.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

Yinzhu Zhuoma gritted her teeth and swung her knife towards Chen Changan.

Chen Changan dodged the fierce attack with ease.

"Zhuoma, you and I have known each other for a long time. Do you really have the heart to kill me?"

Chen Changan asked while dodging.

Yinzhu Zhuoma turned a deaf ear and her attacks became more and more fierce.

"Don't even think about asking any more questions. Today, either you die or I die!"

There was a hint of crying in her voice.

Chen Changan felt a pain in his heart. He stopped dodging and reached out to grab Yinzhu Zhuoma's wrist.

"That's enough, Tiedan!" Chen Changan roared, "Believe it or not, if you do this again, I will, I will..."

"What do you do?"

"I'll just... kiss you!"

Chen Changan's lips gently touched Tiedan'er's.

At that moment, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

His kiss was filled with endless tenderness, caressing carefully, as if he was savoring the most precious treasure in the world.

Tiedan also closed his eyes and unconsciously grasped the corner of Chen Changan's clothes with his hands.

Outside the tent, the wind whistled and hit the windows, making a clanging sound, but it could not break the sweetness between the two people.

They were immersed in each other's world, and every subtle movement and every gentle breath spoke of their deep love.

Until a long, long time...

Lao Ma was waiting outside the tent. When he saw the two shadows intertwined, he grinned in embarrassment.

"It's better to do less, Oli Ge!"