Chu Ning’s current responsibility is to end the border war and make sure that the young man he brought back is not dangerous at the moment.

In addition to giving Daxia a tragic lesson, another thing Chu Ning did when he went out to fight was to break up all Xiang Nan's previous troops and horses.

She found out all the private forces that truly belonged to Xiang Nan, and then killed them on the spot.

The entire border was cleansed by her. Before returning to the imperial capital, no one dared to disobey the female general's order.

Even though he was quiet for several years, once he led his troops to the battlefield, the former Princess Xiling was still a terrifying god of killing. The iron blood and ruthlessness in his bones would not change because of anything.

At the end of May, Chu Ning led his Tiance army back to the imperial capital. When he entered the palace to report his orders, he brought Wen Zheng and the envoys of Daxia into the palace to meet the queen.

Tianshu, who was almost ten years old, stood beside Jiurao. When he saw this boy, his face was covered with a thick layer of frost.

As the court's civil and military gaze was silently gaze, the young man in brocade worshiped respectfully. When he raised his hand and feet, he was calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant, he had no sadness or joy on his face, and his attitude was respectful and calm.

Neither he was panicked because he came to the enemy country nor was he dissatisfied because he knelt down to worship an empress who was less than ten years old.

The young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes were calm and indescribably gentle and elegant.

"Good marriage?" Jiurao sat on the dragon chaise, holding her cheek with one hand, casually looking at the boy kneeling in the hall, "What's his name?"

"Return to Your Majesty, my surname is Wen, and I have a single name of the word "zheng".

"Wen Zheng..." Jiu Rao curled the corners of his lips, "I heard that you play the zither well, can you demonstrate it to me?"

Wen Zheng respectfully accepted the order: "I am honored."

After the words came, he asked the envoy to carry the zither he brought with him to the hall and put it straight in front of him.

There are not many fancy things, nor are there deliberately showing off.

The boy was kneeling there quietly, and a song of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" that he could hear was slowly flowing out from his fingertips.

No one spoke in the hall, and everyone's eyes fell on the young man playing the zither.

As a young man who came from marriage, he should have been humble, involuntarily, and even humiliated. Daxia is still superior to men and women. As a man, he was sent to marry and serve a queen from now on.

For a teenager, it can indeed be regarded as humiliation.

But there was no trace of gloom and no sadness on this young man. What everyone saw was a peaceful and steady figure, an elegant and calm boy.

A tone that sounds played under his fingertips, free and easy, like a mist and a light wind, as quiet and far-reaching as ink paintings, deep and long.

The whole hall was filled with music, and everyone was immersed in the tone, and it seemed that a scene of gurgling water and the towering mountains appeared in front of them, which was a scene of interesting artistic conception...

After the song was played, the boy lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, as if he was savoring it.

After a moment, he stood up and walked aside, saluting again: "I'm so ugly."

"It plays very well." Jiu Rao's tone was faint, "Since he is here to marry, it means that the Emperor of Daxia will let the two countries be repaired forever, so let's stay first."
Chapter completed!