Summer ends and autumn comes, and the golden breeze gradually arrives.
Garuda rode his horse in front of the army, behind him were the rich trophies presented by the heads of each tribe after the six tribes were pacified.
Fine wines and local products were second, but what concerned him the most was the twenty-four beauties from the six tribes specially selected for King Khan according to his preferences.
These beauties have their own moods, some are as hot as the sun, and some are as tender as the bright moon. What remains unchanged is the face that is so tempting that Garuda feels deeply uneasy.
The six tribes are very far away from the Royal Court, and they are in the midst of war these days. Logically speaking, they have no chance to get access to the news in the Royal Court.
But the fact is that these people not only learned about his father Khan's recent favor of beauties, but also made corresponding arrangements early.
In the eyes of others, this may be the respect of the six tribes for the royal court. It was Garuda who really convinced them and made them scared, but Garuda always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Because one Da Yan woman has already turned the royal court and harem upside down, let alone this new group of people...
"Third Prince, are you okay?"
Next to Garuda, Lieutenant General Jigu handed over the water bag with some worry, as if he wanted to persuade him to camp on the spot to rest and reorganize the army.
Jigu has been advising him like this these past few days, because it is not easy to sweep through the six tribes, and even as brave as he is, he has suffered serious injuries.
Originally, he should have been recovering from his injuries in the Sixth Division. Not to mention healing, at least he had to wait until the situation in the Sixth Division was completely stabilized before returning to the DPRK...
However, his mother, the Dalan clan of the Northern Yi Royal Court, sent letters time and time again asking him to return as soon as possible.
Because if he doesn't return, some people in the royal court may be in trouble.
Some people are not referring to the Xinlan clan, but to the Northern Yi Khan who gradually separated from his mother and somehow moved the heart of the Northern Yi Khan who wanted to abolish the Dalan clan.
According to Sang Qing's message, the conflict between his mother and his father had reached an irreconcilable level.
"You don't need to persuade me anymore. If you really care about my health, just talk to me."
Taking the water bag from Jigu's hand, Garuda drank several gulps.
If he had known that Wang Wanying would bring him so much trouble, he would never have agreed to Sang Qing's selection of her.
But Sang Qing can't be blamed for this. After all, they were constrained by all parties at the time and didn't have much choice.
Seeing that his master was in a bad mood, Jigu immediately changed the subject with a smile and said:
"By the way, I heard that the sixth prince recently married the daughter of the leader of the Yue Ming tribe, and the two are very affectionate. I guess the third prince will arrange a marriage for you when you go back this time."
When Jigu mentioned marriage, Garuda immediately frowned.
To be honest, he had no idea about marrying a wife.
Because as his father's default heir, his marriage is no longer a matter of who he likes and who he doesn't...
Marriage is a bargaining chip and the cornerstone to stabilize his status, so he has long been prepared to obey his mother and marry a daughter of a wealthy family who can be helpful to him.
However, after returning from Dayan, his idea was somewhat shaken.
Maybe he didn't want to marry someone he didn't like, or maybe it was the incident about Emperor Dayan and the Xiao family's legitimate daughter that touched him. In short, he suddenly felt that his life shouldn't be lived like that.
At least it shouldn't be done step by step...
Seeing Garuda's silence, Jigu thought that he was chatting to death again, so he quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and changed the topic:
"You are the successor of King Khan. I must have asked Wuribu about your marriage. I heard that Her Highness the Saint Diya of Wuribu is also in the royal court. I believe she can give you an answer.
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As a belief of the Beiyi people, the Wuribu has always been the messenger of God, so the marriage of the Beiyi Khan King and his successors actually requires the Wuribu to divine good or bad luck.
Of course, it is limited to the two main wives, side wives and concubines, who do not have this qualification.
"Diya..."
Garuda raised his eyebrows, that woman was obviously a saint, but her strength was not inferior to that of the Northern Yi warriors.
It seems that they had fought against each other once when they were young, but I don't know what the other person is like now.
While walking and chatting with Jigu, Garuda finally saw the sunset in the distance and felt that his mood was not so bad.
At the same time, in front of the gate of the main city of Beiyi, a group of merchants from the border town were carrying several carts of Yan goods, following step by step in front of a small city guard official.
"My lord, you see, it is not easy for us to exchange some goods from the northwest border. Please be accommodating and let us enter the city early."
The leader, a middle-aged man with a big beard, his fat figure and dark face, made him look quite smooth, just like the bag of silver he handed to the official.
As we all know, Dayan's things are most sought after by the Northern Yi nobles. Firstly, their workmanship is extremely exquisite, and secondly, things are rare and valuable, so once they enter the main city, it means a large amount of money.
Therefore, if these merchants want to enter the city, they will inevitably have to pay some price.
However, most of these merchants relied on their own goods and were only willing to give a little to the officials guarding the city. The officials did not dare to say anything because the merchants could use their goods to gain access to the nobles.
Today, this person was really wise, and he was so generous when he made a move, which really made the official couldn't help but want to give him a few words of advice.
"Silk, porcelain, rouge, jewelry, yes, they are all good things. Brother, let me tell you, after you enter the city, go to the east. In the morning, the maids of the Xinlan family will come out of the palace to buy trinkets for their master.
.That noble master from Dayan likes these the most!"
"Thank you, thank you, big brother."
The middle-aged man kept thanking him, his beady eyes still looking at the official, as if hoping he would reveal something more.
To this end, he winked at the maid next to him and motioned for her to bring up a jar of good wine.
After receiving the money and the fine wine, the official immediately started chatting and told all the owners in the city who liked these things.
Just as he was about to finish speaking, he remembered something and said:
"By the way, there is also the Sixth Prince's Mansion. It is said that the mistress in the mansion also likes these Dayan gadgets. Now the Sixth Prince is highly regarded by the Third Prince and the Dalan family, and he is also a good head of the family!"
As he spoke, he pointed out many clear ways to give gifts to the businessman, which made the businessman blush.
The official just sneered at this and secretly thought, who doesn't like making money?
As the sun set, Xingshang and his party finally entered the main city of Beiyi.
On the carriage, disguised Zisu and Lingyu sat opposite each other, tiredness written on their brows and eyes.
They had been having trouble sleeping and eating for several days since they lost their young master. If their information was correct, the good-looking sixth prince and concubine should be their young master.
I don’t know if she is living well in this foreign country, young master.