I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

After Xiao Dezi bowed and left, he quickly sent someone to deliver a letter. Tang Fusheng received a reply a few days later. The letter contained only a few words of comfort, and it did not show that the emperor wanted to punish Xiao Yizhuo.

The main content of the letter was to ask him to be more patient and return to Beijing as soon as possible. The envoy from Beichen was about to arrive in the capital and he needed to go back quickly to prepare for the banquet.

Seeing these contents, Tang Fusheng felt a little unhappy. He came here obviously because of the emperor's order, and now his hands were crippled by Xiao Yizhuo.

But not only did the emperor not say a word of comfort, but he used his own opinions in every word he wrote, which made Tang Fusheng feel uncomfortable.

He threw the letter aside and said, "Burn it. Prepare the car and set off back to Beijing immediately."

Kong Qing bent down, picked up the letter on the ground, and folded it respectfully. He didn't dare to read the contents of the letter at all, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see and causing some unnecessary trouble.

"Yes, Master. I will prepare it right away."

Kong Qing seemed to suddenly remember something: "Master, the young lady has been locked up in her room these days. Now that she is leaving for Beijing, shouldn't we let her out?"

"No, it will save her from running around. Everyone in Beijing knows that she has feelings for Xiao Yizhuo. She doesn't feel ashamed, but I, as her brother, do. Just take her with you when you return to Beijing. There's no need to let her out before then."

When talking about his sister, a hint of impatience appeared on Tang Fusheng's face.

His sister has only been causing trouble for him since she was young. She is not at all worry-free. Why would she like Xiao Yizhuo when there are so many people she could like?

Kong Qing nodded slightly: "Yes, Master, I understand."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room. After closing the door, Kong Qing stood at the door and sighed softly.

What a fool this young lady is. She could like anyone else, but she has to like Xiao Yizhuo who is at odds with the Tang family.

I originally wanted to plead for her, but now I’m completely put in solitary confinement.

Kong Qing shook his head, turned around and left the inn to prepare the carriage.

-

In a room on the second floor of Feilin Inn in Diancheng, dozens of miles away from the capital.

A thin young man in a crescent-shaped white brocade robe stood alone in front of the window with his hands behind his back, squinting at the sky outside. His face was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a respectful voice came from outside.

"Son."

The young man responded, and the person outside dared to push the door and come in. The man looked to be about forty years old. The middle-aged man looked at the young man with respect.

"Sir, we should leave now. According to the original plan, we should arrive at Nanshengjing City tomorrow."

The young man turned around, a sharp light flashed in his calm eyes: "Well, Uncle Tai, you know the purpose of our visit to Nansheng this time. Once we go to the capital, you will be the leader of the envoys. You must not reveal my identity."

"Yes, sir, I understand." Taiping bent down respectfully and responded.

"When we arrive in the capital, don't call me Young Master. Just call me Ah Heng." Murong Heng said indifferently.

Taiping nodded: "Okay, let's go now."

Murong Heng responded and walked out of the room first. After getting on the carriage, the group set off towards the capital in a mighty manner.

When they were not far from the capital, Murong Heng changed his clothes and dressed up as an ordinary servant, blending into the crowd. At first glance, it was impossible to tell what he was.

Taiping changed into an official uniform and stood among the crowd, so that one could tell at a glance that he was the mastermind.

After a night, when the sky was bright, a group of ministers stood at the city gate to welcome the delegation.

The prime minister in the lead looked at the approaching carriage with a smile. Taiping got off the carriage and the prime minister walked up to him and spoke with a smile on his face.

"Our country welcomes your visit. We hope that the friendship between our two countries will last forever. Our emperor has already prepared a grand banquet in the palace to welcome your envoy. Please follow me."

Taiping nodded and smiled in response: "I am here to visit Nansheng on the orders of His Majesty Beichen. I am sorry for bothering you, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

"Hahaha, don't worry. His Majesty is very pleased to know that the envoy from Beichen is coming, and he has specially ordered the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple to prepare a welcoming banquet." The Prime Minister looked at Taiping's amiable appearance and his guard was slightly lowered.

Tang Fusheng, who was standing aside, had already changed into a solemn official uniform, with his hair tied up and looking energetic. He walked forward and looked at Taiping with a smile on his face.

"Tang Fusheng, the Junior Minister of the Imperial Court, greets the envoy from Beichen. The banquet has been prepared in the palace. Your Highness, please come with us into the palace."

Taiping nodded and subconsciously turned his head to look at Murong Heng who was among the servants.

Murong Heng frowned and signaled him not to reveal the truth. Taiping quickly retracted his gaze and nodded in agreement with a smile: "Okay, please lead the way. According to etiquette, it is better to visit His Majesty first."

The group entered the palace in a grand procession. The emperor, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sat on the dragon throne in the center of the hall with a majestic look on his face.

The moment Taiping and his entourage saw the emperor, they all knelt down and saluted to show their respect.

Nansheng was the most powerful country among the four. Small countries around it attached themselves to it one after another. Envoys from various countries had to kneel and kowtow to the emperor when they saw him.

"The chief envoy of the Beichen delegation, the Crown Prince's Junior Tutor Taiping, pays respect to His Majesty. Long live His Majesty."

The emperor smiled, very pleased with their submission. He waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "Stand up."

Taiping slowly stood up and stood in the hall, his posture upright and neither humble nor arrogant: "My emperor has prepared a generous gift for your majesty, please accept it."

He waved his hand, and a row of servants came up from behind him, each holding a dark red solid wooden box in their hands.

"Two pairs of jadeite crowns, six pairs of gold-thread agate waist seals, two pairs of coral bracelets, one thousand-year-old ginseng, ten pieces of white jade floating brocade, three red-brown war horses, and a Beichen-specific soft jade dragon and phoenix sculpture..."

Every time Taiping spoke, the attendants behind him walked forward and showed the gifts in their hands to the emperor.

The previous items are already very precious, especially the last nephrite dragon and phoenix sculpture, which looks lifelike and it is obvious that it took a lot of time and effort to carve it.

Even the emperor, who had seen many exquisite gifts, was stunned by the dragon and phoenix carvings.

The emperor stepped down from the dragon throne and stood in front of the dragon and phoenix carvings that were as tall as a person, examining them carefully and could not help but marvel at them.

"Okay, that's great. This kind of jade carving is really rare. You guys are so thoughtful."

"As long as Your Majesty likes it, it's the best thing that these small gifts can make Your Majesty happy." Taiping looked at the emperor with a faint smile.

Murong Heng, who was standing behind him, raised his head slightly and looked at the emperor who was so close to him. He felt murderous in his heart and wondered what the chances were of him surviving if he took action now.

The emperor's attention was still on the dragon and phoenix carvings, and he didn't notice that Murong Heng, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, was staring at him.