The Tartar envoys arrived at the welcoming hostel specially set up by the Ministry of Rites, and on that very day, an official memorial was submitted stating that these barbarians were extremely arrogant when they entered the capital, so it would be better to cold-shoulder them for a few days to curb their arrogance.

  Yuanyu was so angry that he burst out laughing: "Continue to let them laugh at the narrow-mindedness of the Heavenly Dynasty?! What a ridiculous statement!"

  He acted with great propriety, neither hastily summoning them nor intentionally delaying, and met the envoys in the Palace of Cultivating the Mind on the following morning after finishing his early court duties.

  He deliberately did not use the formal and grand Taihe Hall - such a big place, with just a few people, would make the other side complacent.

  As soon as the grassland riders entered the hall in their leather armor, they saw the Emperor of Heaven, dressed in casual attire, looking refined and elegant, not more than twenty years old, very handsome.

  Behind him were not many people, with two on each side, respectively holding a vessel, a duster, a sceptre and a precious sword.

  The one holding the treasure sword was Chenlu, she originally held a sceptre, but unexpectedly Yuanqi smiled and said: You have a cold aura on your body, it's better to hold a sword, also let these Tartars know that Zhongyuan is not just about etiquette, music, poetry and books!

  Although it was a joke, there is also a tone of gold and stone. Yuan Zhen's impression of these Tartars can be seen in this way.

  Morning dew holds the sword in hand, all the way to come, the more you look, the more surprised - this sword has a simple shape, but it has a majestic and implicit aura, those with weak willpower can't bear it. Lightly draw out a small section, but see the light as if the sun rises, swallowing and spitting out the universe - carefully examine, on the hilt of the sword, vaguely visible ancient seal "Tai Ah".

  Could it be that this is one of the top ten famous swords, the ancient Tai'a sword?

  At this moment she stood behind Yuan Qi, watching the envoys enter one after another, but in her heart she felt a sword intent, wishing to meet a strong enemy and fight freely in the sky.

  The first was the young nobleman from yesterday, followed by a short and stout middle-aged man with a merchant-like air, not like a brave warrior on the grassland, but rather like a local wealthy landlord. The next few, due to their identities, could only wait at the door.

  That young man smiled brightly, with a mouthful of white teeth shining dazzlingly, his handsome face illuminating the entire grand hall. He walked up to the throne and didn't kneel down, but just bowed slightly:

  "In the great Khan's camp, Muna has seen His Imperial Majesty."

  The heavens on this side are not without an angry expression, the Tartars worship the Long Life Heaven, only kneeling to the gods and the Great Khan. On ordinary days when they come as envoys to the Heavenly Dynasty, they are willing to kneel on one knee. The various officials have long been aware of their own restraint and silence. This young man actually made a big show of just bowing his head, it's simply too careless.

  Yuandi's eyes flashed with anger, but he smiled easily and said: "I've heard that you Tatars, although not yet civilized, can still bend your knees. You must be more ignorant than the previous envoys... pitifully, even that hasn't been 'civilized'!"

  These obscure and venomous words instantly made everyone burst into laughter, the young man was furious, and for a moment he couldn't find any words to refute. The short and stout middle-aged man took a step forward, smiled kindly and said: "Your Majesty is unaware that Mu Na is not inflexible in his knees, but we Tartars never salute women - aren't there two women behind Your Majesty?"

  Everyone almost burst out laughing. This fatty is so shameless, actually bringing up the imperial concubine behind the emperor to make a point, implying that he absolutely does not want to kneel down.

  Young man loudly jeered: "We have a proverb that says it well: In front of the Wolf King, there are only brave warriors, no she-wolves - only the weak will grow up in the midst of women's silk. Ha! Am I wrong? That woman is still holding a sword? Emperor, are you going to let women protect you?"

  Fatso chimed in, "This can't be blamed on the Emperor, it's just that those male generals are useless... Hehe, this time, let's count this little woman as part of the gift too!"

  He was speaking with relish when a cold and gloomy voice sounded: "It seems that the two envoys are not pleased with my sword?"

  The young man proudly said: "Women in your celestial dynasty are so weak and fragile, how can they be suitable for wielding a sword?"

  "That voice was as clear as a cold spring: 'Since that's the case...the messenger would rather go forward, I'd like to experience your high-level moves!'"

  Suddenly, a woman emerged from the crowd, who was the sword holder earlier.

  She was only in her teens, not particularly beautiful, but a pair of eyes, clear as ice and snow, seemed to transcend the worldly cycle, as if to capture people's souls.

  All of a sudden, there was a dragon's roar, and Ta'a sword had already been unsheathed. She stood quietly, the tip of her sword pointing at the two people from afar.

  In an instant, a sword intent burst forth like a raging ice river, stunning the mind and making one involuntarily shiver.

  The young man raised an eyebrow and was about to step forward when the short, stout middle-aged man took a step ahead, laughing even more warmly: "I'll do it."

  The guards in the hall almost gasped, they were all martial artists and could see at a glance that although the young man's martial arts skills were good, his internal strength was still shallow. The fat man, on the other hand, looked like a country bumpkin but was actually a top-notch master. He personally took action against a little girl, which was really bullying.

  Yuan Qi knew that Chen Lu was completely powerless inside and frowned, saying: "Shang Yi's bravery is commendable, but don't you think it's suspicious to bully the weak with the strong?"

  He gazed at the morning dew, hinting for her to follow him, then used this as an excuse to withdraw.

  Chenlu said: "Your Majesty, please do not blame me for taking matters into my own hands. In truth, these two men insulted me to my face. If I do not avenge this humiliation, how can I show my face in the imperial court?"

  She responded with a meaningful glance, indicating that she had already made up her mind.

  Chenluo was not blinded by anger, in the past, the enemy had often used provocative tactics, but she just ignored them. This time, however, the situation was really strange, those two envoys didn't seem to be here to deliver a message, their words were like deliberate provocations - even if they were being straightforward and rude, there was no need to behave in such a way!

  So she decided to take the initiative and strike first, no matter what, to crush their arrogance and test their strength!

  Yuan Qi was unable to do anything, so he had the palace guards clear a space in the courtyard, and everyone formed a circle around it, quietly waiting for this uneven "match".

  Dew changed into a narrow sleeve arrow shirt, only to reveal her elegant and refreshing appearance. With just one glance at her walking posture, it's clear that her internal strength is almost completely depleted. How can she possibly contend with top-notch experts in this state?

  Two men drew their swords and stood still.

  The fatty's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, his large knife grasping the air like thunder and lightning, falling down like Mount Tai pressing on top.

  This move is extremely simple, but it wins with its abundant inner strength - apparently, he saw through Chenluo's emptiness and substance, wanting to win with one move of his inner strength.

  He only saw a flower in front of his eyes, and in the midst of the dizzying flowers, he only felt a white shadow flash by, and a cold air rushed towards him - Tai Ah sword was already in front of him.

  He didn't dare to be careless, and dodged to the side just in time to narrowly avoid disaster.

  Only Tai Ah was seen in the sunlight, with a chilling glow that pierced to the bone. The woman's every move was a ruthless killing blow, without any hesitation or unnecessary movement.

  The fatty tried to use his inner power to shock, but unexpectedly, no matter what angle he used, the woman was always one step ahead, countering with an unbelievable angle.

  He shouted in anger, and the knife's momentum changed instantly, revealing a strange and bloody aura that was even more toxic than before.

  Morning dew smiled slightly, and the sword's intention changed with it, becoming light and carefree, as if a beautiful woman under the moonlight, flowers falling into a clear pool.

  The fatty only saw the sword's momentum slowing down in front of him, but if he wanted to welcome it, there was an instant where it accelerated to its peak, with a faint and elusive light that went straight for his throat.

  He exhausted his life's energy and threw himself at it with reckless abandon.

  Swords clashed, and the invisible force caused the leaves in the courtyard to fall instantly. For a moment, only greenery was seen, like sharp blades slashing across the sky. The guards hurriedly swung their swords down, still making them busy and chaotic.

  Fat boy felt the other's sword lightly trembling, his own inner strength, a part of which rushed into the opponent's meridians, like a mud cow entering the sea. Only to hear that woman's light cough, he didn't have time to be overjoyed, only to see the sword energy flying scattered in the air, like a dragon descending into the world, forming a rainbow - the next moment, he felt a chill on his throat, the tip of the Taia sword was pointing at it, the coldness of the blade made him motionless.

  Morning dew faintly smiled, making one's heart skip a beat - that was the smile of the supreme being, gazing down at the world with infinite self-confidence. Yet, with a gentle breeze and light clouds: "Now, who is it that doesn't deserve to hold a sword?"