59: Chapter 59 This is Princess Jin!

After Xia Jin and Leng Yuexi left the Fenglin Imperial Palace, both the Great Xia diplomatic mission and the officials of the Fenglin Kingdom fell into a simultaneous silence.

Because whether the Fenglin Kingdom would ultimately surrender or not did not depend on them, but on the two who had just departed.

Essentially everyone present felt as if time had become exceptionally drawn out today.

The Fenglin Emperor, Jiang Qianjue, paced back and forth, occasionally glancing toward the direction where Xia Jin and Leng Yuexi had vanished, a clear trace of panic visible on his face.

Finally unable to restrain himself, he walked over to Princess Jiang Rou and asked in a low voice, "Rou'er, tell me... what was the outcome between your Revered Master and the Great Xia Prince Jin? Who won?"

Princess Jiang Rou remained silent for a moment before finally speaking, "I believe... it was Prince Jin!"

"What?!" Jiang Qianjue's expression froze, and his face then fluctuated between various shades of uncertainty.

"How is that possible! Didn't you say your Revered Master is a supreme expert of the Spirit Wandering Realm? That Xia Jin is merely a prince of Great Xia. No matter how strong he is, could he have actually reached the Spirit Wandering Realm?"

He unconsciously clenched his fists; as the Emperor of the Fenglin Kingdom, he was fundamentally unwilling to believe his daughter's judgment.

Because once Xia Jin won, the Fenglin Kingdom would have no choice but to surrender to Great Xia! At that time, what would become of him, the Emperor of the Fenglin Kingdom?

But Princess Jiang Rou did not explain further, only shaking her head at Jiang Qianjue.

When she saw her Revered Master exhibit that near-loss of composure for the first time earlier, she had already faintly guessed the result.

When had that proud Leader of Xuanyin Sect, who harbored a deep-seated hatred for ordinary men, ever shown such an expression to another?

Sure enough, after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Suddenly, someone in the Great Xia mission shouted, "Look! The Prince is back!!"

The voice instantly shattered the silence, and everyone simultaneously turned their gaze toward the sky. Indeed, they saw two dark figures standing side by side in the distance, speeding toward them.

Whoosh!

As the two landed, they kicked up a gust of wind, and the rising dust forced everyone to squint their eyes.

When the dust settled, there stood Xia Jin, who had changed back into his black dragon robe, and Leng Yuexi, still in her purple dress.

The two stood side by side, very close together.

The officials in the Great Xia mission showed looks of joy, and after exchanging glances, they respectfully called out to Xia Jin, "Prince!"

However, just as they finished their greeting, they were suddenly startled by Leng Yuexi's actions.

Leng Yuexi, the Leader of Xuanyin Sect who not long ago had suppressed everyone with her presence and forced Great Xia's Official Su to his knees, was now naturally holding Xia Jin's arm and leaning against him, a faint smile playing on her lips!

Jiang Qianjue and the other Fenglin officials, who were just about to step forward to welcome them, froze in place, completely dumbfounded.

"How is this possible?! What is going on between Revered Master and this Prince Jin?!" Princess Jiang Rou, who also wanted to move forward, widened her eyes in shock.

She had just considered many outcomes—Revered Master winning, Revered Master losing, or even both being injured—but she had absolutely never expected the scene before her eyes.

Judging by her Revered Master's actions, her relationship with this Great Xia Prince Jin was clearly more than just close.

The silence in the area lasted for a few breaths until finally, Official Su from the Great Xia mission braced himself, stepped forward, and looked at Xia Jin, asking with a hint of awkwardness, "Pri... Prince, this... who is this...?"

His gaze swept over their intertwined arms; his meaning could not be more obvious.

One had to remember that not long ago, he had been forced to his knees by this woman in purple.

And yet, in just this short amount of time, this bringer of calamity seemed to have "hit it off" with their Prince?

This transformation was far too beyond his expectations!

Although Official Su's voice wasn't loud, everyone present, including Jiang Qianjue and the Fenglin officials, held their breath at that moment and pricked up their ears, afraid to miss a single word.

Countless gazes focused on Xia Jin, waiting for his answer.

Xia Jin was also momentarily stunned by Official Su's question.

To be honest, he hadn't had time to decide how to introduce Leng Yuexi yet, but this fellow had gone and asked directly.

Xia Jin then gave Official Su an unfriendly glare.

But soon, he felt a sharp pain in the soft flesh of his waist as Leng Yuexi secretly pinched him. Her beautiful eyes slanted over, flashing with a hint of coldness, as if warning Xia Jin to watch his words.

"Ahem!!" Xia Jin could only chuckle bitterly in his heart, but his face quickly regained its calm. He swept his gaze over the members of the Great Xia mission and said with a feigned lack of expression, "This person... in the future, you shall address her as 'Princess Consort Jin'."

"Hmph! At least you know what's good for you!" As soon as he spoke, the corners of Leng Yuexi's lips curled up slightly, clearly very satisfied with Xia Jin's introduction.

And everyone present, upon hearing the words "Princess Consort Jin" clearly, was instantly struck dumb!

Official Su even felt a jolt go through his whole body, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.

But he was a veteran of the official circles after all; in a moment of quick thinking, he used the momentum to drop to his knees with a "thud." The movement was incredibly smooth as he performed a grand, respectful salute toward Leng Yuexi beside Xia Jin, shouting in a loud voice, "This subject, Official Su Yu, pays his respects to the Princess Consort Jin! Long live the Princess Consort!"

His bow caused the other Great Xia officials, who were still in a daze, to skip a beat in their hearts as they cursed inwardly: This old man Su is truly shameless, letting him take the lead again!

However, they reacted just as quickly, all dropping to their knees in a rustle as a chorus of voices rose up, "Greetings to the Princess Consort Jin!!"

Leng Yuexi's gaze fell upon Official Su Yu, who was leading the bows, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes. "You are not bad. I shall remember you."

Upon hearing this, Official Su Yu's face instantly turned from apprehension to wild joy, and he shouted while prostrate, "Thank you for your appreciation, Princess Consort!"

Xia Jin looked at the crowd before him, especially Official Su Yu, and waved his hand somewhat speechlessly, "Fine, all of you may rise."

At this time, Princess Jiang Rou took a deep breath and couldn't help but step forward, calling out to Leng Yuexi, "Sect Leader."

Then her gaze moved back and forth between Xia Jin and Leng Yuexi, hesitating to speak, her expression filled with complexity.

Leng Yuexi naturally understood the questions in Princess Jiang Rou's heart. She released Xia Jin's arm and took the initiative to step forward and take Princess Jiang Rou's hand, "Come, I know what you want to ask. This place is inconvenient; follow me."

After saying that, she led the still somewhat dazed Princess Jiang Rou toward a side hall.

Xia Jin watched them leave, then retracted his gaze, slowly scanning the Fenglin officials who were as quiet as cicadas in winter, finally landing on Jiang Qianjue, whose face was uncertain and whose eyes were darting away.

"Do you still have any issues regarding the Fenglin Kingdom surrendering to Great Xia?" Xia Jin asked indifferently.

"I... I wouldn't dare. Everything shall be according to Prince Jin's wishes," Jiang Qianjue's eye corner twitched involuntarily as he hurriedly replied with respect.

"The surrender ceremony for the Fenglin Kingdom—continue."

After saying this, Xia Jin also walked toward the side hall.

The remaining red tape here no longer required him!

But just as he was leaving, at the rear of the Fenglin officials.

The Imperial Guard Commander from before, whose face was somewhat pale and whose steps were unsteady, also quietly left the crowd with a dark and sinister expression.