Both worlds are like dreams

The Dongchu delegation arrived in Shangyang City five days later. To show respect and welcome, Emperor Ling ordered the three princes of Beiling to go out of the city to welcome them together with the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple.

But one day before the delegation arrived, a new letter from Dong Chu was sent.

The regent of Dongchu wrote on behalf of the young emperor, conferring the title of Princess Changle of Dongchu on Xuehuang, with a fief of 3,000 households, and a gold medal of immunity from death, and free travel in Dongchu. Moreover, the envoy hoped to choose a good husband for Princess Changle, and give her a dowry of 100,000 taels of gold, 100 fine horses, 100 boxes of treasures, 100 pieces of jade, and 100 rolls of silk and satin, all of which would be Xuehuang's private property and she could use them freely. If the marriage could be achieved, the two countries would form a permanent alliance.

As soon as this letter came out, it immediately caused a huge wave in the Beiling court.

The dowry is so rich that it is enough to build an army.

Dong Chu is indeed rich!

Moreover, the horses of Dongchu are also excellent war horses. If they can reproduce in Beiling, the combat effectiveness of Beiling’s troops will surely be improved. This is the biggest temptation for Beiling.

The entire court, including the emperor, was shocked that Dongchu actually valued Xuehuang so much. Could she really be a member of the Dongchu royal family?

The first person that Emperor Ling thought of was Mo Ruilin, who had been alone in the palace until now. The idea that he had once wanted to marry Xue Huang instantly grew from a small grass into a big tree. Looking at the court, there was no one more suitable than him. He wanted to accept it immediately, but Dong Chu had another condition.

That is, this prince consort must be selected by Xuehuang herself, as long as she is willing.

It's over! The Queen felt disappointed again. If she were to choose, there would be no one else except the Prince of Jingguo.

But when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem like a big loss. After all, both Gu Qinglan and Xuehuang were sincerely helping Mo Ruilin. So it was quite appropriate.

So at the morning court yesterday, no one knew what was going on in Emperor Ling's heart at that moment.

But the others also had different expressions. On the surface, they said nothing, but in fact, their minds were confused.

Those who supported Mo Ruilin naturally hoped that Xue Huang would marry him, so that he could be the crown prince. However, Mo Ruilin remained silent from beginning to end. He was calmer than anyone else, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Looking at the Second Prince's party, they all had a hint of regret on their faces, because Mo Zhenyu had already married a principal wife, and they couldn't let the Princess of Dongchu be a concubine, so she lost the qualifications from the beginning.

As for the Third Prince, he was of course very happy. He had wanted to marry Xue Huang for a long time, but he could not make the decision himself. He could only look at Shen Congfeng and Mo Yunchen. However, these two men had gloomy faces and seemed to have other plans.

The morning court was dispersed as everyone had their own agenda, and Emperor Ling issued an edict to postpone the case of counterfeit currency temporarily and deal with the affairs of Dong Chu first, making sure to welcome the Dong Chu delegation with grand ceremony.

That's why the three princes went out of the city together to welcome the Dongchu delegation.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and everyone was waiting at the city gate. Many people also gathered on both sides of the long street to watch the excitement.

Since they arrived early, Mo Ruilin and the others had been waiting for a while.

But perhaps because he was really bored, Mo Yiming spoke first, "The envoy from Dongchu is here to choose a consort for Princess Changle. Why didn't Princess Changle come to greet him? It's strange, I haven't seen her for a long time."

Mo Zhenyu said, "I'm afraid she doesn't want to see you."

Mo Yiming raised his eyebrows, "Maybe she doesn't want to see me, but it seems that she doesn't want to have anything to do with you, the second brother?"

“That’s her freedom.”

"Second brother, you can't fool me like this," Mo Yiming said with a sneer, "I'm afraid you've already regretted marrying the Princess of Ruyang, right?"

Mo Zhenyu's eyes flashed with anger, and he looked at him sternly and coldly, "Third brother, be careful with your words. The marriage between Princess Dong Chu and Bei Ling is a national event. How can you and I joke about it casually?"

Mo Yiming's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm talking about national affairs!"

Mo Zhenyu's face darkened. "Since you know it's a national event, what do you think the emperor will choose? After all, when I asked to marry Princess Changle, my father opposed it."

Hearing this, Mo Yiming's face froze. Before, he asked Emperor Ling to be a lobbyist in the hope of convincing Xue Huang to marry him, but was opposed. Now that Xue Huang was holding something more valuable, it was even more impossible.

"In my opinion," he rolled his eyes, "Fifth Brother has a better chance."