The ceremony was held in Bancheng.

The Mon people arrived at Ban City early and arranged the palace in the city.

The slave stood beside the Mon king, combed his hair, put on his rich clothes, and decorated him with precious stones...

The ministers stood at the foot of the steps and carefully raised their heads to see the face of the Mon king.

They thought that the young and energetic king would not be able to bear such humiliation...

But I didn't expect that his expression was surprisingly calm, and this calmness also effectively wiped away the anxiety in the hearts of the ministers.

The slave's trembling voice sounded: "King."

"Are you ready?" the king of the Meng clan asked, standing up and then facing the ministers.

He was already rugged by nature, but now standing on the steps, he looked even more like a beast on the plateau.

There was no trace of the immaturity of a young man on his face, and he only said in a deep voice: "Do you think my calmness is because I don't care about the failure of my Mon clan? Is it because I have bent my bones in the face of the humiliation of the Liang Dynasty?"

"No, I don't dare."

"I have never thought so." The ministers rushed to speak out.

The Mon king's expression did not change: "Neither hatred nor ambition should be talked about."

He said, slowly walking down the stone steps: "I want you to remember this in your hearts today."

The ministers were shocked and responded loudly: "Yes!"

"Let's go." The king of the Meng clan walked in front.

Everyone deeply remembered the death of the national master, but finally focused their efforts on the king.

They came to the royal palace where the ceremony was held.

This place was built against the mountains and was magnificently built. Thousands of slaves died just to build the long staircase in front of it.

King Xuan rode a war horse captured from the Mon people, holding Princess Xuan on his chest, and rode up the stairs.

Every step of the stairs is made smooth so that you won't fall down.

The minister standing next to the Mon king changed his face slightly: "Why doesn't he use a sedan chair?"

Riding on a horse, the momentum will naturally be different.

It was obviously a ceremony for both parties to shake hands and make peace, but it was more like a feast for him to announce that the king marched straight in and conquered the royal court.

The king of the Meng clan did not speak. He stared closely at Xue Qingyin, who was nestling in front of King Xuan.

"It's a demonstration..." the Mon king said in a low voice.

"How can I bear this?" the minister said sternly.

The king of the Meng clan knew that he just talked about it.

After all, if someone really wants to go up and drag King Xuan down now, who would dare to go? The shadow of being beaten to the point of death is still lingering in his heart, so he is the only one who dares to go up as a king.

The king of the Meng clan simply said: "I heard that King Xuan was also riding a horse in the palace of the Liang Dynasty..."

The minister looked puzzled.

The king of the Meng clan followed closely and said: "In the court of the Liang Dynasty, except for the emperor, no one else is allowed to fight horses without an imperial edict. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a breach of etiquette before the emperor or even a crime of treason. He is the only one who enjoys this honor..."

The implication is that if people are like this in front of the Emperor of Liang Dynasty, let alone in front of defeated generals like us?

The minister couldn't help but sigh.

Who said he was indeed a powerful person?

The king of the Meng clan turned his eyes and thought of something quickly.

How could King Xuan be to the Liang Dynasty not Lin Gu to the Meng people?

At this time, the king of the Meng clan heard the sad voices of the ministers beside him: "If I had known this, it would be better to kill Princess Xuan."

When the king of the Meng clan heard this, he said frankly: "I don't want to give up."

"Then it would be better to force her to stay in the Mon clan as soon as possible so that she can have the king's heirs."

The king of the Meng clan said again: "I don't want to give up. I'm afraid she won't be humiliated like this."

The minister's facial features suddenly crowded together and he didn't know what to say.

The king of the Meng clan sighed: "But there are always people who are willing to do it."

The minister was startled.

What does this mean?

The minister's expression changed, and he quickly sensed the taste of the Meng king's words.

He showed a look of sudden enlightenment and bowed to the king of the Meng clan: "The Liang people's military book says that conspiracy is the most important thing. The king's move is also a conspiracy."

The king of the Meng clan smiled and stopped talking.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was approaching, and King Xuan had already brought Xue Qingyin to the front.

"Go and lead the horse for His Royal Highness King Xuan." The king of the Meng clan ordered the ministers around him.

The minister did not hesitate, stepped forward and held the horse's rope: "Your Highness King Xuan, please."

Prince Xuan did not move, but lowered his eyes with cold eyes.

The minister standing in front of him could not help but shudder, and then responded: "Your Highness King Xuan, Princess Xuan, please."

Xue Qingyin smiled and praised: "You are still very smart."

As soon as she finished speaking, a slave came forward, knelt down and bowed his back to welcome her to dismount.

Xue Qingyin thought: Why is this necessary?

The next moment, King Xuan turned over and dismounted, then opened his arms and picked up Xue Qingyin very lightly.

The tassels hanging in front of her began to sway.

This caused everyone to be shaken instinctively.

Princess Xuan is so beautifully dressed today.

The two men walked side by side and stepped through the door. The Meng clan king's face turned gloomy for a moment, and then he turned to follow.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness King Xuan of the Kingdom of Heaven." The rest of the people in the door had to kneel down and worship.

Now that peace talks have taken place, the Liang Dynasty will naturally become their superior state.

Xue Qingyin turned her eyes and looked around. They were all Mon people...

Just thinking about it.

The back of my hand feels warm.

King Xuan held her hand firmly.

Wait until you reach the upper level.

Xue Qingyin thought to herself that she was not afraid at all... However, the problem now is...

Xue Qingyin raised her eyes and looked at the steps.

There are two thrones there.

The one on the left is inlaid with gems and engraved with Mon characters; the one on the right is inlaid with jade and engraved with Liang Dynasty characters.

It is obvious that one belongs to the king of the Meng clan and the other is prepared for the king of Xuan. The preparation is very careful.

Not mine, right?

Xue Qingyin curled her lips.

The Mon officials did not expect that Princess Xuan would come today. After all, she had fallen into the hands of the Mon people before, and they thought that King Xuan would avoid it...

"Your Highness Prince Xuan, I will set up a seat for Princess Xuan right away. How about placing it under your head?"

King Xuan said nothing.

The atmosphere suddenly became condensed.

The Mon officials couldn't help but murmur to themselves, they wouldn't ruin the peace talks over such a trivial matter, right?

This time Xue Qingyin tried to break away from Prince Xuan's hand, but failed to do so.

He held her tightly, showing no intention of relaxing.

The slaves on the side were already in a hurry to move the chairs under the command.

"Yin Yin, let's go." King Xuan said in a deep voice.

Walk?

ah?

Xue Qingyin also thought that he was going to turn around and leave with her, not to participate in this ceremony.

Unexpectedly, King Xuan grabbed her and asked her to climb up the ladder together.
To be continued...