Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 809: Chapter 663

In the Loulan Queen’s delegation, besides Mo Yi, there were several renowned talents from the Western Regions. Lu Yuan introduced them to Meng Qianqian one by one.

"Swordsman Mo Ye, with a Mo Ye Sword that seals the title of a marquis with blood, no less powerful than Chen Long’s Azure Dragon Sword."

"Is that something the Loulans themselves claim?"

"Let’s assume so."

Lu Yuan and his brother-in-law did not get along, but he didn’t want to undermine his own credibility.

"Divine Archer He Fei."

"Central Plains origin?"

Both his appearance and name seemed so, hence Meng Qianqian’s question.

Lu Yuan nodded: "His parents were from the Central Plains, but he was born and raised in Loulan. Did you see the bow on his back?"

Envoys entering the palace must disarm, not allowed to bear any ice blades.

Although He Fei carried a large bow on his back, his quiver was left outside the palace.

"This bow is called the Overlord Bow, said to be a stone heavier than the Houyi Bow."

"He looks slender but can pull such a heavy bow; his arm strength and inner strength are exceptional indeed."

Without needing to try it herself, Meng Qianqian could tell that it was a heavy bow.

However, in archery, a heavier bow doesn’t always give an advantage; it’s about uniting man and bow as one.

Meng Qianqian looked again at the other’s face.

Indeed, he had sharp and steady eyes, suitable for an archer.

Lu Yuan then pointed to the most burly man: "Loulan’s number one warrior, Du Nu, with innate divine strength."

At this, Meng Lang, who was silent until now, suddenly scoffed in disdain.

"You have an opinion?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Scoffing at her was one thing, but not at her husband.

There were no peaches at the banquet, so Meng Lang awkwardly munched on a crisp date: "How are there so many with innate divine strength, just scaring ourselves in the Central Plains."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "What you say isn’t unreasonable."

Meng Lang was surprised: "Huh?"

Meng Qianqian asked: "Did you expect me to argue with you?"

Meng Lang neither confirmed nor denied.

Meng Qianqian said: "You’re right; I wouldn’t argue."

Meng Lang muttered: "Then what about before..."

Meng Qianqian smiled slightly: "Before, when you got into trouble, it was well-deserved."

Meng Lang’s face darkened.

There were quite a few people in the Loulan delegation, but only two or three were worth mentioning to Meng Qianqian by Lu Yuan.

The elegant man in a white robe was Loulan Musician Yu Chenglou.

His music enchanted people, killing unseen.

The fifty-year-old man, leaning on a skull-topped cane and wearing animal pelts with his hair down, was a wizard of Loulan.

Meng Qianqian marveled: "Loulan also has wizards? Related to the witches of Miaojiang?"

Lu Yuan said: "In earlier times, they shared the same origin, but that was hundreds of years ago. Now, Witch Mountain and Loulan have nothing to do with each other."

Meng Qianqian mused: "The Loulan witch gives me a very sinister feeling."

While the witches of Miaojiang seem like divine messengers, wearing mysterious veils, sacred and inviolable.

It was hard to imagine that hundreds of years ago, they shared the same heritage.

Something must have happened, splitting them into two factions, continuing their legacies separately.

And both sides’ legacies had clearly been screened and chosen.

One righteous, one sinister.

Meng Qianqian looked at the Loulan witch and said: "In the world, everything is intertwined and ever-changing. Righteousness isn’t necessarily good, nor sinisterness evil; it depends on the path taken and the deeds sought."

At this point, she suddenly paused.

Lu Yuan noticed her anomaly: "What’s the matter?"

Meng Qianqian’s gaze fell on the skull.

This thing was too eerie, and many officials in the hall cast it odd looks.

So it was not surprising for Meng Qianqian to keep looking at it.

But Lu Yuan sensed her gaze on the skull was different.

Meng Qianqian shook her head: "I can’t say clearly, it’s a kind of... déjà vu, as if I’ve seen it somewhere, but I can’t recall where at the moment."

Meng Lang sneered: "Read too many storybooks? Just filled with useless stuff..."

"Watch your mouth!"

Tan’er punched him on the head, promptly leaving a big bump.

Meng Lang flared up, clutching his head and glaring at her: "When did you get here?"

Tan’er combatively put her hands on her hips: "I was here when you were badmouthing my sister! Next time you dare, I’ll bust your head!"

Meng Lang winced with pain, and more importantly, getting hit by a young girl was really embarrassing.

Indeed, quite a few people had seen his embarrassment, prompting a bout of muffled laughter.

Meng Lang, both ashamed and angry, couldn’t act out on the spot, leaving him seething inside.

Tan’er sat beside Meng Qianqian on the other side, the place for Treasure Piggy still reserved.

"Where’s Zhaozhao?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Tan’er replied: "Awake, gone to fetch bird nests with Qing Shuang."

The little fellow was treating the Imperial Palace like her own home, leaving Meng Qianqian both amused and bemused.

"How is the Supreme Emperor?"

She hadn’t gone to pay her respects yet.

Tan’er took a piece of Osmanthus Cake: "Very well! The Supreme Emperor said after the banquet, you and the Grand Commander should visit Zhaoming Palace!"

"Good."

Meng Qianqian agreed.

Meng Lang asked Melanie resentfully: "I’ve also met with the Supreme Emperor; why didn’t you ask me?"

Tan’er, across from Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan, stuck out her tongue and made a face at him: "Just won’t ask you, nah!"

"Hmph~ not bickering with children."

Meng Lang turned his face away.

Tan’er retorted: "You’re the kid!"

As they talked, the Loulan Queen, with her envoys, had reached the center of the main hall.

She raised her right hand, palm inward, pressing her left shoulder, making a Loulan gesture of sovereign and subject: "Ayimulan, leading the Loulan envoys, greets Your Majesty. Long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"

The Loulan envoys echoed: "Long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"

Even Ayimulan’s voice was imbued with the heroism and dominance of a powerful woman, tremendously penetrating, echoing throughout the hall.

The echo of the others couldn’t suppress her aura.

Zong Zhengxi was no longer the young emperor of old; he too now carried the authority and majesty befitting a monarch.

The young emperor said unhurriedly: "Rise, Loulan Queen and all the envoys."

Ayimulan: "Thank Your Majesty."

The envoys: "Thank Your Majesty."

Zong Zhengxi pointed to the lower left seats: "Loulan Queen and envoys, please be seated."

After Ayimulan sat down, the envoys followed suit.

She sat alone, with only a maid by her side.

In the seat below her was the Loulan wizard.

While her confidant Mo Yi knelt behind her, ready to protect her and eliminate all dangers for her.

It appeared that these two were the most important to Ayimulan.

Tan’er leaned close to Meng Qianqian: "Sister, which one is Mo Yi? Did he really kill his own father?"

At this silent moment in the hall, Tan’er’s words were like a stone dropping into a serene lake.

Meng Lang whistled gleefully.

Mo Yi spoke calmly: "I am Mo Yi, and I killed my biological father, so what?"

Tan’er clapped in admiration: "Well done! Gutsy!"

Mo Yi: "..."