Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"It is hereby announced that Qianqian, the eldest son of the Qian clan in Southern Xinjiang, has arrived at the palace for an audience!"

Grand Eunuch Kang, swung his whisk and, in a high-pitched voice, addressed the foreign commoners with imposing authority from the imperial steps of the Tingmo Terrace.

Led by a palace maid, Qianqian entered the Ink Terrace in the courtyard with light and powerful steps to pay homage to the current emperor.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, Qianqianluo grasped the profound meaning behind its layout:

At the banquet, high-ranking officials and newly noble members of the imperial family took their seats early, kneeling in two groups on either side of the current emperor, Qing Tingmo.

The emperor and empress sat on the high platform, while the favored concubines and the current crown prince sat on the second-level platform; the third-level platform was occupied by General Lin and General Yang, who were the two opposing factions, sitting on either side.

The remaining palaces were divided according to official rank and title, and Qianqianluo didn't even have a seat.

After inwardly mocking her awkward situation, Qianqianluo straightened her posture and knelt before the Emperor, saying, "Qianqianluo, the patriarch of the Qian clan, kowtows to Your Majesty for your eternal peace!"

His resounding voice, imbued with the youthful spirit, attracted the attention of the younger generation of high-ranking officials seated at the banquet.

Sitting next to General Yang, Yang Chenqing's gaze had been fixed on Qianqian Luo ever since she entered the Ink Terrace, never wavering.

Lu Weiqian, the son of the Minister, propped his head up and stared at the young, spirited, and dashing barbarian from the frontier with a playful expression.

When the Prime Minister's son, Gui Ning'an, saw Qianqian Luo's true face, he paused in his act of raising his hand to sip wine. When the Prime Minister, Gui Ningyu, noticed this, he kicked his own dissolute son under the table in exasperation, which brought him back to his senses.

Lin Wanwan, the eldest daughter of General Lin, also held a handkerchief and carefully examined Qianqianluo.

The various scrutinizing glances from the audience did not deter Qianqian, but the scrutinizing gaze from the little tyrant Qing Tingyu almost made her lose her balance and lose her composure.

Qing Tingyu's crimson flame holes contracted and expanded repeatedly, and a pair of alluring red pupils were set in his narrow phoenix eyes, filled with coldness and murderous intent.

"Hahahaha, please grant this young master Luo, who has traveled from afar, a seat!!!"

"Since he's going to be Yu'er's tutor in the Eastern Palace, let's arrange for him to sit next to Yu'er!" Emperor Qing Tingmo waved his hand, and Qian Qianluo had no choice but to sit next to the little tyrant she had been trying to avoid.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the palace maid responded, and soon the seats were arranged.

Qianqian remained kneeling beneath the Qingting Mo platform, enduring the chill of the night wind, not daring to move an inch. According to the novel video analysis left by the Gepier System, Qingting Mo was intentionally ignoring her, making her kneel properly to demonstrate the majesty of the Qingting royal family.

Who made her the first person of a foreign race in the history of the Qingting Dynasty to kneel for a few moments and then faint? This was clearly a slap in the face to the Qingting royal family.

The officials and nobles on the stage each had their own thoughts, and no one dared to speak up to remind the blind emperor. They all chose to ignore Qianqianluo and continued to toast and drink, creating quite a lively scene.

"Hahaha!! Come, come, come!!! My beloved ministers, let us raise our glasses together with the Emperor and bless the Qingting Dynasty with a hundred years of peace and prosperity! May it last for ten thousand generations!!" Qingting Mo raised his wine cup and made a gesture to toast with his ministers.

"May Your Majesty be well, and may the Qingting Dynasty enjoy eternal peace and prosperity!"

"May our Emperor be well, and may the Qingting Dynasty enjoy eternal peace and prosperity!!"

"May our Emperor be well, and may the Qingting Dynasty enjoy eternal peace and prosperity!!!"

The resounding blessings of peace continued endlessly, accompanied by melodious songs and dances.

Qianqian knelt down below Tingmo Terrace, looking relaxed and happy: As long as I stay away from the little tyrant, you can make me kneel for the rest of my life.

Although her legs were numb from kneeling, Qianqianluo could still endure it.

"Your Majesty, please drink less and do not overindulge!" Consort Yang reminded Qing Tingmo, who had stepped down from the imperial platform and was now listening affectionately to the sounds of the imperial offspring's birth against her belly.

"Hahaha~ Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations on the birth of your twin sons!!" The guests stood up again, raised their wine cups, and loudly congratulated Qing Tingmo.

"Hahaha~ All of you, please take your seats. Today is a spring banquet, no need for formalities!!" The Emperor said gently, ordering everyone at the table to sit down.

"Your Majesty, there's still someone kneeling below the stage!" Yang Huizhang casually reminded Qing Tingmo.

"Hahaha~ How can my Zhang'er be so kind? She can't bear to see others suffer even a little bit!!!"

"Alright, alright; Young Master Luo, please get up. Our Emperor was just joking with you, wanting to see if the Xuanwu Gate incident was true!"

"My lords, take a look! How could Young Master Luo be unable to bear the cumbersome etiquette of our Central Plains?! In my opinion, Young Master Luo has the qualities of a Confucian scholar!" The blind emperor flicked his sleeves and sat back on the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty is wise!!!" General Yang rose and bowed with his hands clasped.

Seeing this, the others echoed, "Our Emperor is wise and benevolent!!!"

"Young Master Luo, please rise! Come sit next to Yu'er; it'll be a good opportunity for you to get to know her better!"

"This lowly commoner kneels in gratitude for the Emperor's grace!!" Qianqian, her face pale, steadied herself, her lips stained with blood from biting them hard to maintain her balance, making her appear even more dejected and tragically beautiful!

The son of the Minister stared as Qianqianluo approached Qingtingyu, and suddenly a wicked thought arose in his heart. He quickly threw a peanut on the steps where Qianqianluo was about to sit.

Qing Tingyu's face was as bright as the moon at dawn, and she glanced at the peanuts that Lu Weiqian had thrown over without moving.

Qianqianluo naturally knew that a peanut was blocking the steps where she was about to sit down. The original owner of this body also tripped over this peanut and fell awkwardly into the arms of this little tyrant who never got close to women, and was severely punished by this little tyrant.

He couldn't afford to fall too little, lest he anger the Minister's son; nor could he fall too much, lest he provoke the little tyrant.

As a last resort, Qianqianluo leaned sideways and fell into the arms of the Prime Minister's son, Gui Ning'an.

"I'm so sorry!!" Qianqian collapsed and threw herself into Gui Ning'an's arms.

Gui Ning'an had just raised his hand to drink the flower wine when Qianqian Luo pounced on him and spilled it all.

"Young Master Luo, you fell with such skill!!" Gui Ning'an caught the alien son who was rushing towards him with a smug smile.

However, his slender waist, as wide as Ning An's palm, was easily bound by him!

The young man's unbound black hair, strand by strand, brushed against the newly tailored brocade robes in his mansion, teasing the unrestrained heart of the prime minister's son like a tickle through a boot.

"I have been presumptuous, please forgive me, sir!" Qianqian Luo's fox-like eyes were filled with the delicate tears of a lotus flower, and she blinked as she looked at the Prime Minister's son, apologizing to him.

"Hahahaha~≈It's alright, Young Master Luo can pounce on Ning'an a few more times, Ning'an can take it! And can afford it!" Gui Ning'an fanned himself with a fan painted with the charming postures of ladies, laughing wildly.

Amidst the Prime Minister's son's hearty laughter, Qianqian quietly shifted her position to sit next to Qingtingyu.

"Hmph! Vulgar wretch!!!" Prime Minister Gui Ningyu coldly glanced at his son.

"Wow, that's impressive!! Tsk tsk tsk tsk ≈≈!!!" The culprit, Lu Weiqian, the son of the Minister, flicked his blue robe and stared intently at Qianqianluo with a wicked grin.