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Three days ago, he suddenly appeared in front of her. There wasn't a single trace of panic on her face. At that time, she was only wearing plain cotton clothes, but it couldn't cover up her brilliance in the slightest. She calmly and without panicking bowed to him. "Your servant sister pays her respects to Your Majesty. Long live my lord."

That day, because of some rumors about King Qishan, he had specially gone to the Prince's Mansion by himself, but he did not want to meet this little girl in the dilapidated southern garden.

In the end, she simply suggested, "The Grand Mausoleum and the Western Xia Kingdom must ally together to fight against the Tatar people. Your Majesty needs a woman from the royal family who can manifest the national might of our Grand Mausoleum, and the father of Min Er, King Qishan, is her biological uncle while Min Er is Her Majesty's cousin. Min Er is even more confident that after going through such adversity, there will be nothing that can scare me anymore. On the contrary, most of the girls in the sect were beauties and princesses who stayed in their rooms. If they went to a place that they were unfamiliar with, they would inevitably become timid. I'm afraid it will cause people to misunderstand that the women of our Grand Mausoleum are all weak and bullying little white rabbits. "

Xiao Ruyue's lips slightly lifted, but she restrained herself when she met Situ Chen's gaze, lowering her eyes in an innocent manner, "Why is Your Majesty looking at this Subordinate Sister like that? Is there something wrong with this Subordinate Sister?"

Situ Chen shook his head, "I am just curious, all the women in the clan are afraid of being appointed as their relatives, why is my royal sister not afraid, and even took the initiative to take over this task.

Xiao Ruyue smiled when she heard this, and did not hide anything, "What Your Majesty said is true, but my mother has passed away. A girl was going to get married one day. Rather than waiting for someone to choose her, it was better to choose one that suited her. Furthermore, Min Er also did a good deed for my Grand Mausoleum. The citizens of Grand Mausoleum will be grateful to me, and even Qing Shi can take my name, so why wouldn't I do the same? "

After Situ Chen heard these words, he looked at her for a long time before saying, "You're the first person who dares to speak to us in such a manner. Situ Min, how dare you." Although his tone wasn't friendly, there wasn't the slightest bit of displeasure on his face.

"After Min Er got married, no one spoke to their royal brother like that anymore. Your royal brother should be very lonely. " Xiao Ruyue was fearless, he even changed his address.

However, Situ Chen's thoughts were caught off guard and he could not help but smile bitterly.

The little girl was still so young, yet she did not have the slightest bit of fear when facing an emperor. It wasn't that she was ignorant or fearless, but rather that she was knowledgeable and fearless. It would be perfect to let her harm others.

"Oh right, the Western Xia Special Envoy will be here the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, there will be a banquet at the palace. The envoy will attend it. Situ Chen suddenly mentioned it.

Xiao Ruyue's eyes flashed, and said respectfully: "Min Er obeys."

In the Hall of Light, silky bamboo sounds could be heard, the drums were pleasing to the ears, and the pretty dancers with seductive bodies were dancing along with the silky bamboo.

Most of the important officials of the imperial court were invited to attend this banquet. These normally well-dressed officials and generals were currently staring at the singing and dancing without blinking. They were staring at the dancers with infatuation.

Xiao Ruyue arrived late, and before she had yet to enter the door, she saw the man dressed in the silver gray brocade robe, the Western Xia envoy.

His eyebrows were like daggers, his eyes were long and slanted, his thin lips were pursed, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised in a smile that was not a smile. He would occasionally look at the wine cup in his hand, and occasionally at the dancers. It was as if he was just enjoying the dance, and there wasn't a hint of greed in his eyes that would appear when a man saw a beautiful woman. Especially his pair of ink-black eyes, which contained a trace of an unfathomable iciness.