Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Zhu Qingqing and her group were mixed in the crowded crowd, standing on tiptoe, gazing at the grand procession of the princess's departure. They saw the young and beautiful princess sitting in a gorgeous carriage, surrounded by a large number of guards and palace maids in gorgeous attire.

When the princess appeared in sight, the Tibetans all showed respect and bent down without hesitation to greet her. Zhu Qingqing and others saw this and, in order not to stand out too much among the crowd, they also followed the others and bowed slightly to show their respect.

Zhu Yingying lowered her voice to her sister beside her, saying, "This princess looks so young! If she were back home, she'd probably still be a naive student, coquettishly in her mother's arms. Who could have imagined that she would be so young and marry off to such a desolate and unfamiliar land... This princess is truly pitiful, like a chess piece being manipulated at will."

Mother Zhu: "Who said it wasn't? Fortunately, you weren't born in..." She looked around and swallowed her words.

Zhu Qingqing sighed softly and responded, "There's nothing I can do about it. Since I was born into the royal family, I must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yingying snorted lightly and said indignantly, "Humph, relying solely on women's marriages to maintain peace between the two countries, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty isn't necessarily that great."

Zhu Qingqing shook her head helplessly and said, "Don't think being emperor is that simple... If the marriage of a woman can buy years or even decades of peace and prosperity, allowing the people to recuperate and live and work in peace, I believe the Emperor of the Great Zhou would think it's worth it. And as for the Princess of the Great Zhou, perhaps she would also think it's all worth it."

Zhu Yingying: "If it were me...

Father Zhu interrupted her: "Can you two stop discussing this? Didn't you see that the princess's guard of honor has already passed by?"

The two men then realized that after the princess's guard of honor had just passed, a procession from Tibet appeared. This procession was particularly eye-catching because at the front were two people, a man and a woman.

The man was tall and imposing, dressed in gorgeous Tibetan clothing, while the woman walking alongside him was graceful and also dressed in exquisite traditional clothing. They rode tall horses, leading the entire group forward with great dignity.

When this Tibetan team passed by, the Tibetan people on the roadside knelt on their knees, saluted them with an extremely respectful gesture and shouted: "Master Tashi! Madam Baima! Master Tashi! Madam Baima!" The voices rose one after another and resounded through the sky.

There was no need to ask further questions. The man before him, respectfully called Master Tashi, was undoubtedly the head of the Tibetan state. And the beautiful Tibetan woman was undoubtedly his wife, Lady Baima.

The Tibetan chieftain, Master Tashi, appeared to be in his forties, with a sturdy build and a commanding presence. He wore traditional Tibetan attire, a rich silk robe flowing in the breeze, embroidered with elaborate patterns, a testament to his status and wealth. He wore a towering red tasseled hat, gleaming with precious gems.

Tashi's face was chiseled, his deep eyes revealing determination and wisdom. His skin, tanned by the sun, bore the marks of time. He had a thick, neatly trimmed beard. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth as he waved to his people.

Mrs. Baima, who looked about thirty years old, was also dressed in gorgeous traditional Tibetan clothing, studded with precious gems and beads, exuding a noble aura. Her face was beautiful, her skin fair, and her eyes clear and bright, like a holy lake atop a snow-capped mountain.

Her lustrous black hair was braided into an exquisite braid, adorned with a gorgeous hair ornament, swaying gracefully. Around her neck was a necklace of large beeswax beads, which was very eye-catching.

Zhu Yingying: "This lady is also a Tibetan beauty. She can easily outshine those celebrities."

Wang Xiangdong: "I heard that this lady is also a princess of the Tibetan royal family. She is the sister of the current Tibetan king..."

"Ah, she's a Tibetan princess. No wonder she can stand on equal footing with Master Tashi."

"Hehe, the Tibetan princess went to greet her sister-in-law who is so much younger than her. I wonder what she was thinking?"

Zhu Yingying is very gossipy.

Zhu Qingqing watched the departing team and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Whether it's the Princess of Da Zhou or the Princess of Tubo, they all have their own destiny and responsibilities. And we also have our own ordinary paths to walk."

Mother Zhu patted Zhu Qingqing on the shoulder and said, "Okay, stop looking. It's time for us to go back." Zhu Qingqing nodded and left the bustling crowd with her family.

For Zhu Qingqing and others, the princess's arrival was just a small episode and had little to do with them.

Just like in the long river of time, everyone is a passerby, whether it is the princess or them.

We met by chance, then went our separate ways and never met again.

The princess's group did not rest in the headman's luxurious manor, but instead found an open area outside the village and quickly erected more than a dozen large and magnificent tents. These tents were like small castles, standing in an orderly manner on the ground.

To ensure the princess's safety, a group of formidable Tibetan guards were stationed around the tent. Clad in heavy armor and armed with sharp spears, their eyes sharp as hawks, they maintained a constant state of vigilance. Any unauthorized or uninvited visitors who approached the tent were ruthlessly expelled, rendering the area a secluded and forbidden zone.

After returning to their residence in the manor, Yangjin told them not to wander around and then left.

Now that the master and mistress are back, she has a lot to do.

Zhu Qingqing asked her to find out when they could get the pass since the headman had returned.

Yangjin agreed and left.

Zhu Yingying yelled, "Fortunately the princess doesn't live in the manor, otherwise we would all be kicked out."

Mother Zhu: "You said that the princess doesn't live in this manor, but we were invited in so openly. Is there some conspiracy here?"

Wu Di: "Grandma, isn't it a little late for you to think about the conspiracy now?"

Father Zhu: "That's right, old lady, you're late."

Mother Zhu: “…”

Zhu Yingying: "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, it's all in vain.

Who cares about conspiracy or overt conspiracy? "

Yu Bo: "It seems like we are not worth much."

Zhu Yingying: "Don't underestimate yourself. Maybe we all have great uses, but we just don't know it yet. Otherwise, why would we be here?"

Zhu Yingying's words reminded Zhu Qingqing of Master Jiacuo, whose deep gaze seemed to be able to see through them.

Could it be that he really knows something?

At dinner time, Yangjin came with the servant who delivered the meal.

The return of the master and his wife did not mean they should be neglected; dinner was still plentiful. However, Yangjin arrived and left in a hurry. She said she had heard from the chief steward that the princess of the Great Zhou was only stopping here briefly, having been treated to a banquet by the headman and his wife. After a short rest, she would embark on her journey again. The next headman would be responsible for meeting them and leading them to the capital of Tubo.

Only Master Tashi and Lady Baima will also go with them, as they are going to attend the wedding of the Tubo King and the Princess of Da Zhou.

Therefore, we have to ask the master to prepare the pass for them in the next few days, otherwise they can only wait until the master returns from the wedding.