The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Minglang came out of the Yangxin Palace, took the imperial edict and got on the carriage to the post station.

"Your Highness, two more teams of beauties will arrive in the capital in three days. They are all coming from the border. The teams from the west are not fast enough, so we have arranged for people to help them travel to Daxia by water. The envoys who are rushing back will not be able to stop them."

The imperial edict was casually placed aside. Minglang picked up a piece of fruit with a silver fork and put it into his mouth. He listened to the report from his subordinates and nodded casually.

"Don't let any of them escape. I want to see the beauties prepared for me by various countries in the capital."

Upon hearing this, the guard who was waiting on the side responded quickly and retreated to a corner and squatted down.

Prince Bao is not as charming in private as he appears to be. He has the appearance of an emperor before he even reaches the age of 15. He is truly worthy of being raised by His Majesty himself.

The carriage stopped outside the post station. Minglang, holding the imperial edict in his hand and with a noble and aloof smile on his face, stepped into the post station.

"Your Highness, the beauty has been placed in the courtyard."

The layout of the post station is clear and concise, and there is no need for others to lead the way.

When she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the beauty was already waiting there with her people.

He was standing tall with bright black hair and a jade crown. His already remarkable appearance, coupled with his bold and heroic eyes and eyebrows, caught the eyes of these people as soon as he appeared.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness Prince Bao of Daxia. May His Royal Highness live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."

When the beauty was bowing, a bright and scrutinizing gaze fell on her. She was tall and had long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Although her face was covered by a veil, it could still be seen that she was a top-notch beauty.

The style is somewhat similar to Yuchi Lan's, and it should be selected according to Yuchi Lan's standards.

"Get up, you have come a long way and must have had a hard time on the road, but..."

Minglang gave a brief explanation, but she could do nothing to help the beautiful woman as she saw her pretty eyes filled with tears that were about to fall.

From the moment these people set their sights on her, they should have been prepared for the possibility of being rejected by her.

Minglang handed the imperial edict over, but the beauty didn't take it. Minglang looked at the beauty with a cold look, but the words he said were gentle:

"Everyone is a guest. You can stay in Daxia for a while longer. The post station will take care of your food and lodging."

After saying that, the guard following behind her immediately stepped forward, took the imperial edict from her hand, and "handed" it to the beauty.

The mission was completed, so there was no need to stay in the inn any longer. Minglang turned around and walked outside.

"You stop."

A clear male voice came from behind. This was a game, and the loser would be unwilling to accept the outcome. Minglang could understand that, so he really stopped and turned around to look at the veiled man in the crowd.

He didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly, waiting for the other person to speak first.

Minglang had already gone over in his mind all the possible things the other person might say, and there were only a few of them.

Those who have their own pride will feel unwilling; those who are worried and afraid, after all, it is 20% more annual tribute, and it is normal to worry about being implicated after returning. Calling her back is nothing more than trying to fight for it again.

Minglang turned around slowly. The beauty was angry and seemed to be in a hurry. She grabbed the veil from her face, revealing an extraordinary handsome face. She looked at Minglang unwillingly, looking at Minglang with a straightforward look:

"Does His Royal Highness Prince Bao dislike me, or does he only want the 20% annual tribute?"

The amazement in her eyes was clear and bright. If she were a man, she would definitely take such a beauty into her backyard immediately after meeting her. But she was not a man, which was very inconvenient for her.

"What do you mean, Prince? You came to Daxia on your own initiative, but I didn't send anyone to force you to come here."

If a beauty comes to your door, you can tolerate her being deliberately teased.

She had been studying for the whole morning. No matter how interesting the knowledge in the book was, she would get tired if she read it every day. Coming to have fun with the beauty could relieve her worries.

The beauty who was hurt looked embarrassed. The truth is never pleasant to hear, and now he has finally realized what has happened.

All this was just a trap set by the Queen of Great Xia. I think he is not the only one who was deceived.

"Prince Bao only saw me once today and wanted to send me away in a hurry. Will Anzhi regret it?"

The person in front of me does have the ability to say this, and her face is indeed beautiful, even more beautiful than Yuchi Lan's.

But regret? She clearly had only seen and heard these two words in books and in the dungeons of the Ministry of Justice in her entire life.

The last person who expressed regret in front of her, his family didn't even dare to take the body back. What is this person barking about?

"Then Prince, you must work hard. If you think 20% of the annual tribute is not enough, I can ask the Queen Mother to give you an additional 10%."

What she said calmly was indeed fatal. There were thousands of beauties in this world, and she knew exactly what kind of woman she wanted.

Such a pretentious mouth and face are not interesting at all.

When Minglang got on the carriage and left the post station, he could hear the man's angry questioning voice behind him.

"What a rude mouth! It's really annoying to listen to."

The guards who served His Highness squatted in the corner of the carriage and looked at each other.

"Go give him a gift tonight and show your hospitality."

She is clearly not a soft persimmon who likes to be tolerant. It is what the Queen Mother often does to plan before taking action. She has always believed that the more flamboyant the better. Reputation is something that future generations should consider after her death.

"Yes, I understand."

The carriage did not return to the palace immediately, but stopped at Wangjiang Tower. After Minglang got off the carriage, he quickly went up to the top floor of Wangjiang Tower. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the man standing by the window, holding a glass of wine and admiring the river view.

"Be careful not to fall when you stand so close to the window."

After washing his hands, Minglang walked towards Xiang Ke and looked down along her line of sight.

"The river view at night is more beautiful than during the day. The streets are bustling now. I wonder what you are so engrossed in."

After finding it boring, Minglang turned around and went back to the dining table, where all the dishes she liked were.

"Your Highness, have you seen anything interesting today? Is the new beauty who just arrived in the capital pretty?"

Minglang knew what she was planning when he saw the carrier pigeon at the post station today.

"My people are going to give him a gift tonight. If you're curious, go and take a look."

Xiang Ke had been holding the wine glass in his hand for an unknown amount of time. Minglang leaned over to take a look and saw that it was still full of wine.

"If you can't drink it, what are you holding in there? Be careful or it'll spill all over you and give you a headache."

The wine glass in his hand was snatched away, and Xiang Ke picked up the chopsticks to pick up some food for Minglang.

"This table is full of your Highness's favorite dishes. Eat more."

Minglang was being too attentive for no reason. Knowing what she was planning, he didn't bother to be polite with her. As long as it was not difficult to get what Xiang Ke wanted, she would be happy to send someone to help.

While eating, Minglang seemed to have thought of something and said:

"The cherries this year are average. It's not that I don't want to take you to the garden. When good ones arrive from the north in a few days, I'll send a basket to you."