After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

"Why is your Highness laughing? Do you think what the foreign minister said is wrong?"

Han Ming wanted to see what kind of person this little-known historical figure, Princess Zheng, was. However, when he spoke, his words actually had a hint of teasing in them.

This made many people look sideways in surprise. After all, Han gave people the impression of being as steady as an old dog, and this was indeed rare nowadays.

Yelu Wulitai blinked his big round eyes and looked at Han Ming with a hint of amusement.

"I just feel that Marquis Han seems a little different from what has been rumored."

Looking at the equally young and beautiful woman, Han Ming stood up, poured a glass of wine, and toasted her from afar.

"Your Highness has a keen eye and is very good at judging people."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the drink, then sat back in his original seat without saying a word.

Han Ming's actions and expressions were confusing, and only Yelu Wulitai understood what he meant.

"I really enjoy Marquis Han's poetry. I wonder when we can exchange some ideas?"

Yelu Wulitai was a little bit familiar, staring at the handsome young man who was looking at his nose and his heart.

"There will be plenty of time for exchanges between our two countries. If Your Highness is interested, we can discuss it again then."

This look made many people laugh secretly. They didn't expect that there would be a day when Han would be so "resistant" to romance.

"Then it's a deal. If you have time, you can't retreat!"

Yelu Wulitai blinked his right eye lightly and winked at Han.

Han Ming could only nod and say that he understood, then turned around and pulled Su Zizhan to the corner to drink.

As for Yelu Wulitai, he had almost finished chatting with Han Ming, so he sat next to Xiao Guanyin, picked up his youngest niece Yelu Teli, and played with the children with a smile.

"My Lord, what do you think of this Princess Zheng?"

Su Zizhan poured Han Ming a glass of wine and asked.

"How is it? This is the first day I've seen him, how can I know what he's like?"

Han Ming looked at the woman who was having fun with Yelu Jun in the corner, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"My Lord, please be careful of the other party's honey trap."

It seemed that even Su Shi could see that the timing of the Zheng princess's appearance was inappropriate.

"Haha, the fact that you can see that proves that my vision has improved recently."

Han Ming was not surprised at Su Zizhan's words. After all, he had been wary of Yelu Hongji's move.

"If the other party really chooses to kill Princess Zheng, then they will really spend a lot of money."

Su Zizhan sighed and lightly twirled his beard.

"The daughter of the late Liao Emperor Xingzong, and the sister of Yelü Hongji...tsk tsk tsk, Brother Zizhan, do you think I'd have a chance of becoming a Liao imperial consort?"

Han Ming is also the man who controls the intelligence organization of the Song Dynasty. How could he not know the other party's true situation?

Hearing his master's words, which seemed neither true nor false, Su Zizhan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, please don't be ridiculous. If you were left in Liao, do not believe that Song and Liao would go to war the next day!"

Of course Han Ming believed it. Not to mention his grandfather and father who were now in charge of the central government, even his grandfather's side, the Han Party members under him, and the senior military officials...

If he heard that he was detained, he would immediately urge the emperor to issue an order to launch a northern expedition.

"Doesn't that mean I can't challenge my own weaknesses?"

Han Ming looked somewhat listless as he leaned on his hand and glanced at everyone at the banquet.

"My Lord, you want to challenge me. When you return to your country, I'm sure many officials and nobles will want to curry your favor. Just don't refuse me then."

Su Zizhan's words were a bit of a mockery of Han Ming. After all, everyone in Tokyo knew that Han was a good husband.

Since getting married, he has not even had a roommate, let alone a concubine. He has never touched Jin Rui, who is by his side, or Ju Cao, who is by his side.

These things were gossip that was talked about with relish by officials and their wives throughout the city of Bianjing. They were so envious of Yu Yanran that their eyes were red with envy.

"If I wanted to challenge someone, I would have done it myself. Why would I resort to using someone else's hand and causing chaos in the inner chambers?"

Mr. Han's words were a bit of a boast. Although it was normal to have three wives and four concubines in ancient times, as a child of the new era, he still couldn't break his heart into several pieces and give them to the women who married into the marquis's mansion.

Han Ming is more accustomed to the emotional companionship of "one person for life" rather than some impulsive desires.

"My Lord, just be confident in your own situation, but your days ahead may not be easy."

Su Zizhan's words were soon verified. In the few days after the banquet, the number of times Yelu Wulitai went in and out of the delegation's tent increased greatly.

Originally, Han Ming thought that the other party should be "hard to get" to play, but this "straight ball" almost made Han throw down his weapons and surrender.

Yelu Wulitai held a small banquet every three days and a large banquet every five days, and would go to Han Ming's tent whenever he had nothing to do.

Knowing that Han liked riding horses and hunting, he found different excuses every day to drag him out for hunting.

When he got tired of playing, he would find an excuse to talk about poetry and songs with Han Ming, which fully maximized the emotional value.

Even after knowing that Han Ming liked to "eat", it was even more incredible. He directly pulled the royal chef from Zhongjing City to cook different dishes for Han every day.

This is something that Han, who is a bit "introverted and shy", can't handle. Although his wife Yu Yanran can also provide him with these emotional values, due to the etiquette of the Song Dynasty, Yu Yanran is always a little restrained.

She was very cautious in everything she did, which often made Han Ming restrain her and not dare to joke around too much.

Yelu Wulitai gave people the impression of a confident, independent, resolute and sunny woman in the new era of the previous life, which made Han feel that she was a bit dazzling.

Fortunately, although Han Ming appears to be a smooth talker and a sinister person at heart, he has a clear understanding of the basic moral bottom line and what he should do.

Yelu Wulitai did give him an experience different from that of Han women in the Central Plains, but Han Ming knew that she was a rose with thorns.

One wrong move could not only lead to the complete loss of the whole game, but you might even die without knowing how.

Looking at the woman jumping in front of him, Han Ming curled his lips and an interesting plan came to his mind.

"What is the Marquis thinking about?"

Yelu Wulitai put his hands behind his back and leaned forward. His pretty face and faint fragrance entered Han Ming's nose.

Their faces were so close that they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.

"I'm wondering, is Your Highness sincere... or is he being hypocritical?"

Although Han Ming smiled gently, the coldness in his eyes made Yelu Wulitai feel cold in his bones, and he instantly felt that he was seen through.

"My Lord, are you doubting my purpose in approaching you?"

Yelu Wulitai immediately looked at Han Ming with a firm gaze. Of course, it would be more convincing if he ignored her slightly trembling hands.

Compared with Han, who had fought on the battlefield, Yelu Wulitai, who came from the deep palace, was still inferior in psychological quality.

"It seems I am overthinking. Your Highness is sincere, but I am still overthinking things. This is really inappropriate."

Han Ming seemed to be unable to bear the other party's passionate gaze, and he gave in and admitted defeat.

This made Yelu Wulitai's nervousness subside a lot, and then he pretended to be calm and smiled: "My Lord, just know my true feelings."

"Your Highness seemed to want to try some Central Plains delicacies a while ago. Although I am not very talented, I do know a few things. I would like to prepare a few home-cooked dishes and desserts for you. Thank you for your care these days."

Han Ming changed very quickly. He was questioning the other party in the last second, and in the next second he looked at the other party with a calm and gentle expression.

This stunned Yelu Wulitai, who already had impure thoughts, and he suddenly felt that the other person's fair face was also to his taste.

"The Marquis is a valuable asset. Besides, there's an old saying in the Central Plains: A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. How can I let the Marquis cook for me?"

Yelu Wulitai had no idea that Han Ming had seen his absent-minded look.

Han Ming pursed his lips slightly, revealing a shy and embarrassed smile: "Your Highness wants to eat, and I, as an outsider, naturally don't care about words like 'far away from the kitchen'."

"As long as I can make Your Highness smile, I will do anything I can to make you smile."

As soon as these words came out, Yelu Wulitai felt as if something struck his heart, breaking his defenses at once, and a hint of bright red slowly seeped out on his pretty face.

Then he smiled with his eyes curved, supporting his chin like a little fool, staring at the busy Han Ming's back.

Seeing this, Han Ming felt relieved and couldn't help but sigh secretly: What is a true honey trap? This is a true honey trap!

I have paid too much for the Song Dynasty, even selling my body. If I can't help the Song Dynasty in the future, I'll just find a piece of tofu and kill myself!