Chapter 220 The envoy’s audience The dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky seemed somewhat depressing and gloomy. There was also a smell of gunpowder in the air, as if indicating some of the injustices of today. In the palace, a hurried yet steady and powerful pair of footsteps were heard. imperial study room Ji Yao had just finished the morning court and walked to the door of the imperial study when she saw a guard running towards her in a hurry. "See Your Majesty!" Ji Yao frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter that makes you so flustered?" The guard knelt on the ground and replied respectfully. "Your Majesty, General Wei sent me to tell you that she is waiting outside the palace with the Tibetan Rong envoys. The envoys demand to see you immediately. General Wei had no choice but to let me come and ask your Majesty to make the decision." Ji Yao was confused after hearing this.
What does it mean that the envoy is waiting outside the palace? Didn’t they say that the Tibetan-Rong delegation would take at least half a month to arrive? Even if they arrive, they should first be arranged to stay in the inn, then report, and then lead the delegation into the palace the next day. What does it mean that the envoy now demands an immediate audience? How does Wei Ming do things? And Shang'er is the same. She turned a deaf ear to everything I told her, right? Ji Yao's face was a little gloomy. She was dissatisfied with Ji Huashang's light criticism and Wei Ming's poor performance. His sharp eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Take them to Fengluan Palace." Guard: "Yes!" The Fengluan Palace is magnificent and golden. The palace is supported by several giant red pillars, each of which is carved with a swirling, lifelike golden dragon, which looks majestic, solemn and magnificent. A dragon throne emitting dazzling golden light stands above the hall, symbolizing the supreme power and status. Ji Yao was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and sat majestically on the dragon throne. A clear voice came from the female official outside the palace: "General Xuan Zhongwu, the Tibetan and Rong envoys come to see you!——" After a while, a group of people walked in. The leader was General Zhongwu Wei Ming. She was wearing black and red armor, she was tall and strong, her full and weathered face could not hide her youthful beauty, there were slightly deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her cloudy and sharp eyes were bright and full of spirit, exuding tenacity and fortitude. "Your Majesty, I, Wei Ming, pay my respects to you. Long live the emperor!" After Wei Ming walked in, he knelt down and saluted towards the empress sitting on the first seat, his voice steady and powerful. Ji Yao raised her hand to support him: "Stand up." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" After Wei Ming thanked him and stood up, he stepped aside, revealing several women behind him who were dressed in strange clothes and exuded a tough look. "Envoys Yili and Huyan Zhen pay their respects to Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Hail, Your Majesty!" The two women performing the ceremony were one strong and one thin. Yili was wearing a brocade robe woven with feathers and holding a feather fan in his hand. He was tall and thin, with a pale face that revealed a bit of femininity. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was gentle and elegant. However, the gleam of calculation in his eyes made people dare not underestimate him easily. The woman next to her was of sturdy build, wearing a fur coat and carrying several exquisite daggers at her waist. His facial features were originally beautiful, but because of a centipede scar across the bridge of his nose, his whole face looked particularly ferocious. Combined with his fierce aura and the bloody smell of the battlefield, he looked even more ferocious. This man was a trusted general under King Zangrong, named Hu Yanzhen. But her face didn't look very good at the moment, and she seemed to be trying hard to suppress her impatience. Although Yili beside him was worried, he still looked calm and composed. Ji Yao, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked at the expressions of the two people below, with a hint of suspicion in her eyes, not knowing what was going on. But he still politely raised his hand and smiled. "Prime Minister Yi and the general have come a long way and have worked hard. No need to be polite. Please stand up." "Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen!" The two of them thanked him and stood up. Before Ji Yao could speak, Hu Yanzhen couldn't wait to speak. "Your Majesty, may I ask where my eldest daughter is?" When these words were spoken, Ji Yao was confused. (End of this chapter)