The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Chapter 137 Confrontation

These words reached King Chou's ears clearly, and his expression instantly became quite interesting.

The crown prince covered his mouth and chuckled for a long time.

At this moment, a maid in green robes stepped out of the exquisite sedan chair. She had a long whip tied around her waist, and her eyebrows were drawn slightly high, making her appear somewhat arrogant.

"Your Highness, the Princess has told you not to act recklessly."

The king, who had just been furious like a lion, instantly turned into a harmless kitten: "Did you disturb the new moon?"

The maid in green nodded gently: "The princess is tired."

"Alright, young lady, go back now. It'll be ready soon."

The maid in green ignored her and turned to go back into the sedan chair.

The Third Prince couldn't help but gasp: "Who's in that sedan chair? What a grand display!"

When the carriage arrived at the city gate, their position allowed them to clearly see what was happening below, so Zheng Xun had no doubt that he could see the light screen.

[Oh my, you're getting curious already? Curiosity is the beginning of ruin, my bro.]

[Isn't that quite a grand display? Even the highest-ranking official among the envoys, the King of Chou, is her sycophant...]

However, this is just them trying to intimidate our Great Yong.

【Our Crown Prince is right here. Fine, she won't get out of her sedan chair, but she thinks she can just send a rude little maid to get rid of him? How laughable!】

Zheng Xun looked at the young general guarding the city behind him and stretched out his hand to him: "Bow."

The young general handed over the bow and arrows with both hands: "Princess, please be careful, this bow is heavy."

Zheng Xun accepted his kindness, picked up the bow and weighed it in his hand: "Your arm strength is not bad."

Young general: ...

Is this sarcasm or praise?

It's over. He can't even beat a ten-year-old girl. Should he go back and lift the stone for another hour?

Zheng Xun was unaware that she had almost shattered the young general's Dao heart. She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, her spiritual energy flowing like silk, wrapping around the bowstring, which tightened and then loosened.

She seemed to shoot casually, but the arrow flew straight towards the new moon's sedan chair as if it had eyes, finally piercing the curtains at a tricky angle and nailing it to the side of the sedan chair door, revealing the two people inside chatting and laughing.

Zheng Jin: !

Third Prince: !

Youngster: How did she do that?

His fingers kept moving, constantly mimicking the trajectory of that arrow, but the more he imitated it, the more confused he became.

Of course, Zheng Xun couldn't tell him that she was a cheater, so his doubts remained unanswered.

But the young man really wanted to know the answer.

If he can't find the answer, he estimates he'll be unable to resist getting up and asking, "How did she do that?" even when he's old and lying in his grave.

The smile on Xinyue's face slowly faded. She looked at the city wall. Zheng Xun neither dodged nor avoided her. He stood on tiptoe, raised his bow, and waved enthusiastically at her.

Even the crown prince was afraid that she might shout "I did it!" at any moment.

Distracted like this, his urge to hiccup vanished. He adopted the air of a crown prince, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "The envoy from the Brown Kingdom is quite refined, bringing a beautiful lady with him on the way."

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Chou, who had been gazing intently at the crescent moon, glared at the Crown Prince like a vicious dog defending its pork: "That is our Princess Crescent of the Brown Kingdom, and a member of the envoy delegation. How dare you treat her with contempt?"

The Crown Prince smiled apologetically: "So it's Princess Xinyue. I saw that there was no movement on the sedan chair, and I thought there was something to hide. Why didn't you say so earlier, Prince Chou? Oh dear, what should we do now that there's been a misunderstanding?"

"Now that you know it's a misunderstanding, apologize to Xinyue."

"No need." Princess Xinyue straightened her skirt and, with the help of her maid, gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

The Brown Kingdom has never placed much importance on etiquette, but Princess Crescent Moon performed the etiquette of the Great Yong Kingdom.

Zheng Xun returned the bow and arrows to the young general, turned around and saw this scene, and said in surprise, "This etiquette is more standard and beautiful than mine."

“You’re just not cut out for bowing, and you’re not suited for bowing,” Zheng Jin defended.

Even when Zheng Xun bowed, he exuded the composure of someone in a superior position.

She seemed born to stand tall and above others.

“Yes,” the Third Prince nodded in agreement, “You should be the one being bowed to.”

Zheng Xun shook his head with a sorrowful look in his eyes: "She is indeed different from me."

She looked away: "Let's go back."

The young general on the city wall hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Zheng Xun stopped beside him and asked gently, "Is there anything else to say?"

"The princess's arrow..."

Zheng Xun understood: "I'm not very good at archery. The reason I hit the target with that arrow is because I am a princess of Dayong. As long as I am on Dayong's territory, my arrow will definitely hit the target."

Even if the princess shot north?

“Yes, even if it’s shot north, if I want it to go south, it will go south. So, don’t doubt yourself. Your archery skills are still the best here,” Zheng Xun stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder encouragingly. “Keep working hard. You’ve been training for a thousand days to use it for one day. In the future, your time to shine will come!”

The young man's dejection vanished instantly, his eyes lit up, and he straightened his back, answering loudly, "Yes!"

Zheng Xun offered a few more words of encouragement before leaving. As they descended the city wall, they overheard the young general excitedly sharing with others how kind Princess Yuanjia was and how he would train hard to bring glory to the Great Yong Dynasty in the future.

Zheng Jin couldn't help but tease, "You think your reputation isn't big enough? You're seizing the opportunity to start brainwashing people."

Zheng Xun smiled sweetly: "But everything I said is true."

The Third Prince chuckled: "You still say you were sent by Heaven to save the Great Yong Dynasty..."

Zheng Xun shook his head and said in an exaggerated tone, "But that's me!"

The Third Prince was still smiling, but Zheng Jin tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "What she said isn't entirely wrong..."

The Third Prince thought about it and had to admit that it made sense: "However, I cannot admit it."

"why?"

“Once I acknowledge it, I will treat her with utmost respect from now on, but she is my sister.”

"There's no conflict here. Treat her the same way you treat Father!"

The Third Prince pondered for a moment: "That makes sense. I'll think about it carefully."

Zheng Jin watched him fall into deep thought, then left him behind with satisfaction and caught up with Zheng Xun ahead.

"Yuanjia..."

Zheng Xun rarely saw her so hesitant, and blinked in confusion: "Second sister, just say what you have to say."

"Your excessive influence is actually not a good thing. Your current position is not high enough... What are you really thinking?"

Zheng Xun's smile gradually disappeared.

She didn't answer immediately, but slowed her pace and looked at the bustling street.

On the street, a little girl was making a fuss, begging her parents to buy her silk flowers. Her mother held the coins in her hand, her face stern, pretending to refuse.

The little girl's voice grew softer and softer, while her parents' serious expressions became increasingly strained. Finally, they smiled and showed off the coins in their hands, and the little girl jumped up with joy.

Zheng Xun snapped out of her reverie and said with a smile, "I did a divination, and the future of Dayong is uncertain. Second sister, I must ensure that I have enough weight and influence..."

She hopes that everyone walking on the street will be smiling.

The world may not be good now, but it will get better in the future. In short, she will not let it fall into an apocalyptic state.

Zheng Jin opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't ask the question, "How much is enough?"

On the other side, the two people, having had their fill of playful banter, put on fake smiles and exchanged compliments in a cheerful and congenial manner.

The prince led them into the post station.

Everything at the post station was up to standard, neither good nor bad, not particularly thoughtful, but certainly not impolite either.

However, Prince Chou was not one to be content with a peaceful life. After strolling around the post station, he started making a scene.

By this time, the Minister of Rites and the Crown Prince had already fled, leaving only the pitiful Vice Minister of Rites. He was not particularly strong-willed; he was just a typical weak scholar who was being tormented by Prince Chou.

He tried to persuade him and warned him, but the Prince of Chou was determined to cause trouble, and it was not something that could be persuaded by a few words.

Unfortunately, Prince Chou was a troublemaker. He started throwing things around and almost overturned the post station. Unable to withstand the pressure, Chou had no choice but to go to the palace to report the incident.

Inside the Imperial Study, the Emperor, Zheng Xun, and the Crown Prince were discussing state affairs. After listening to the report from the Right Vice Minister of Rites, none of the three spoke.

The Right Vice Minister of Rites lowered his head further and further. He regretted coming to the palace. If he failed to appease the envoy from the Brown Kingdom, he would only appear weak and incompetent.

But he really couldn't handle that madman, King Chou!

He decided to go back and learn from his superiors; he was eager to improve!

The emperor wasn't as angry as he thought, and said calmly, "Get up. They were deliberately causing trouble, so don't blame yourself."

The Right Vice Minister of Rites was moved to tears and quickly stood up, bowing his head and waiting for the emperor's instructions.

[Of course it was intentional. They said the post station was not worthy of Princess Xinyue; they just wanted Princess Xinyue to enter the palace.]

Don't think that King Chou is really a fool. If he were truly that stupid, he wouldn't have enjoyed wealth and honor with King Yong for his entire life. The Kingdom of He simply needed someone of high enough status who was also unreasonable to say those inappropriate things.

His mission in coming to Dayong was to cause trouble. Dayong wouldn't allow him to get into trouble there, so he had absolutely no scruples.

The Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites gave a wry smile.

He was well aware of this principle, but dealing with it was not so simple.

“Since Princess Xinyue is so arrogant, let her move into the palace. Give her my Mingzhu Pavilion so she can rest properly…” She revealed a gentle smile, “Remember to spread the word about the ‘great achievements’ of the Brown Kingdom and my grievances.”

The crown prince couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That's outrageous, absolutely outrageous.

Given Zheng Xun's reputation among the people, if this matter gets out, Xinyue will probably come back covered in rotten eggs after her trip.

But the emperor frowned: "No, what if she schemes against me after entering the palace?"

He looked wary, as if afraid that his innocence might be jeopardized.

Zheng Xun was speechless: "Even if she wanted to, would Father Emperor fall for it? Besides, the people sent by the Brown Kingdom should be given a chance to prove themselves."

The emperor narrowed his eyes, his gaze dangerous: "What are you trying to use to scheme against me by using my innocence?"

Zheng Xun: Huh? You have something called "innocence"?

Well, she does have some ideas.

"How about you, Father, make a sacrifice and use your handsome man to seduce me?"

The crown prince blurted out, "Father is so old, what kind of beauty is he?"

The emperor's grip on the brush tightened slightly, and the crown prince, seeing his unpleasant expression, lowered his head guiltily.

He raised his hand and quietly patted his mouth: "You liar! How could I have blurted out what was on my mind?"