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Emperor Shenwu pointed out, "Did you know that there's a prince from the Renar tribe hidden among the grassland envoys? He's lowered his status and hidden among the envoys, secretly observing and coveting us!"

Lan Qingwu was a little surprised: "Really? What does he want to do?"

Lan Qingwu couldn't help but sit up: "Will Chu Ming be in danger?"

Emperor Shenwu said, "He wouldn't dare! Don't worry, I've been sending people to keep an eye on him!"

"How does Your Majesty know that prince? Have you ever seen him before?" Lan Qingwu asked curiously.

"Really not! I have my own way."

Lan Qingwu thought that Emperor Shenwu had his own source of information, so he stopped asking.

Emperor Shenwu pulled Lan Qingwu into his arms and said, "You got caught in the rain today. Are you okay?"

Lan Qingwu shook his head and nodded: "It's just a little cold, but Brother Heng's arms are very warm."

Emperor Shenwu only hugged Lan Qingwu tighter: "Don't get sick again!"

The embrace of the Emperor of Divine Martial Realm was like a self-contained furnace, and within moments Lan Qingwu's entire body was warm. A moment later, Lan Qingwu had already fallen asleep in the Emperor of Divine Martial Realm's arms.

Emperor Shenwu finally decided to return to the Imperial City with the Six Palaces, civil and military officials, and a large group of people. The winding convoy stretched for dozens of miles and headed towards the Imperial City in a mighty procession.

Lan Qingwu returned to Fengqi Palace again.

The Third Prince's residence was already preparing to marry a concubine. Emperor Shenwu had decreed that the Minister of Rites would oversee the wedding. The Minister was frustrated. The Emperor showed no interest, the Third Prince was passive, and the Third Prince's wife remained indifferent. The Third Prince's concubines were indignant and filled with righteous indignation. Only the grassland envoy, Shu Ying, seemed concerned and kept asking about the matter. The Minister of Rites, without receiving any further instructions, could only prepare the wedding ceremony according to the standard standards for a concubine.

Gu Beiying was carried into the Third Prince's residence in a sedan chair. Dozens of banquet tables were set up, but not even half of them were occupied by the people from the court. The excuse was, "The late emperor's sacrificial month is approaching, so we old ministers have decided to abstain from alcohol and meat."

Although the Third Prince disliked Gu Beiying, he cared about his face. So many ministers were absent, and the Third Prince was humiliated and furious.

When they arrived at Gu Beiying's room at night, the Third Prince's face was very gloomy. Gu Beiying already felt aggrieved, and now she also treated the Third Prince coldly. The Third Prince glanced at Gu Beiying, put on his clothes and fell asleep.

The next morning, before daybreak, the Third Prince's wife sent someone to Concubine Gu's room. Concubine Gu had a splitting headache, but she had to get up and deal with the Third Prince's wife.

When the envoys from the six Xisha countries and the grassland tribes returned home, the third prince's wife was asking the nanny to teach Gu Beiying the palace etiquette and rules.

The six countries of Xisha returned with a full load, and the rewards from Emperor Shenwu made them extremely satisfied. On the other hand, Emperor Shenwu only gave a few carts of rewards to the grassland tribes. Shuying understood that they had offended Emperor Dasheng. First, they provoked him recklessly, and then they plotted against Emperor Dasheng's own son. Emperor Shenwu was not a man without temper, so he would naturally not let them off easily.

Shuying didn't dare delay and led his men on a journey day and night. When they finally reached the grassland border, Naridelü stopped them. He rode out from the crowd on his tall horse and said, "Shuying, the vast landscape of Dasheng is breathtaking. The Emperor of Dasheng rules the world and possesses all the beauties in the world. What do you think? Will we one day break into the imperial city and enjoy this boundless beauty?"

Shuying hesitated and said, "But didn't the king say that the time is not yet ripe? Should we act now..."

Naridlu thought of the graceful figure of the woman on the boat on the lake, and his heart was burning with passion: "I will convince you, brother! Isn't it amazing? That woman looked so fragile, yet she had such a proud spirit. It's really..."

It's really itchy and fascinating.

Shuying was speechless, thinking to himself, "I don't know if our grassland's beauty trap will work, but the top beauty trap of the Dasheng Dynasty is very effective!