Chapter 254 Princess Yunshu, a Beauty of Unparalleled Charm

A middle-aged man in black robes sat cross-legged inside the carriage, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

He was none other than the Third High Priest of the Longevity Cult, Third High Priest.

The priest in charge of war for Northern Mang.

Third High Priest's eyes were deep, shimmering with an inexplicable light,

"The Southern Dynasty is indeed a land of outstanding people, to actually possess such a Prodigy. Perhaps it is the Reincarnation of some ancient expert? Could it be that they only became like this after the Awakening of past wisdom?"

General shook his head and said:

"I do not know!"

"However, this person has the combat record of slaying a Celestial Being Expert. I fear his strength is considerable even among Celestial Being Experts. Should we still proceed according to the original plan?"

"Of course!"

Third High Priest's tone was unquestionable,

"No one can stop the will of the eternal heaven, and no one can block the million wolf cavalry of our Northern Mang!"

"The Southern Dynasty is weak and incompetent, and does not deserve to possess such fertile land. The warriors of Northern Mang should enjoy the beauties and land of the Southern Dynasty, and plunder their Cultivate resources. Even a Celestial Being Expert cannot stop this."

General placed his hand on his chest, his expression solemn yet filled with fanaticism,

"Praise the eternal heaven!!!"

...

Inside the carriage, Yan Chu withdrew his attention.

The two did not say anything else, but from those few words, he knew that this journey would likely not be peaceful. The Empress Dowager worried that people from the Great Jin Dynasty would intercept the wedding procession halfway, but the one they should be most worried about was Northern Mang.

However, Yan Chu's temperament had always been to meet attacks with defenses and floods with earth barriers.

Now that they had just set off, everything was still calm. But if anyone dared to play tricks on him next, he wouldn't mind sending those people to the Western Paradise.

...

Inside the luxurious carriage decorated with dragons and phoenixes.

Opposite Luo Jin sat a young woman with a straight back and peerless temperament.

This woman was none other than Princess Yunshu, who ranked sixth on the beauties ranking list and was a beauty of peerless grace.

Princess Yunshu wore a gold-woven and silver-embroidered phoenix cape, with a moon-white silk wide-sleeved robe over it. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intertwining lotus patterns using peacock gold thread.

Although dressed in magnificent clothing, her face was bare, without any makeup.

Yet even so, her astonishing beauty made Luo Jin, who was sitting opposite her, sigh inwardly and feel inferior.

Princess Yunshu's three thousand strands of black hair hung down loosely to her waist. Her skin was as white as snow, and her lips were naturally red without lipstick. Every casual glance from her eyes shone with radiance, revealing her natural, peerless beauty and graceful nobility.

For such a woman, palace dresses and magnificent clothes were merely accessories.

Even if she wore simple wooden hairpins and cloth skirts, it would be difficult to conceal even a fraction of her beauty.

At this moment, Princess Yunshu gripped Luo Jin's hand tightly and said with a sorrowful tone:

"Do you know, Aunt Luo?"

"Before leaving the capital, I made a special trip to see the Emperor. He was already so ill that he could barely open his eyes. But when the palace attendants reminded him that I had arrived, the Emperor still insisted on sitting up, wanting to speak with me."

"This time, I fear it is the last time I will see the Emperor!"

Luo Jin could hear the immense sorrow contained in the Princess's tone, but not a single tear fell from her star-like eyes.

As a princess, although Yunshu was gentle in nature, she was not a weak woman.

A weak woman could not have grown up safely in the palace, nor could she have received the most favor from the Emperor.

Luo Jin knew that if Your Majesty were still healthy and strong, he would never have agreed to marry Princess Yunshu off to a distant land, even if it meant going to war with Northern Mang.

But the Emperor was now critically ill, and it was the Empress Dowager who held the reins of power.

The ministers below were handling the affairs of the state.

After the Khan of Beiman spoke, it could only be Princess Yunshu who went for the political marriage.

Luo Jin had watched Princess Yunshu grow up, so she naturally understood her very well.

She couldn't help but grip Li Yunshu's snow-white hands tightly and comfort her softly:

"Princess, do not worry. The Empress Dowager has already issued an edict summoning the great miracle doctors of the world to the capital; they will surely cure Your Majesty."

Li Yunshu let out a soft laugh.

There was no joy or happiness in the sound, only endless bitterness and sorrow. The tears swirling in her eyes finally fell uncontrollably.

Her tone, however, became firm and stiff,

"Rest assured, after arriving in Northern Mang, I will use all my efforts and means to please that old man, so that he will no longer invade the Great Jin Dynasty, and so that the people of the noble clans and the high-ranking officials in the court can all sleep soundly in the future."

Luo Jin hurriedly said:

"Princess, I can guarantee to you that this is absolutely not the Empress Dowager's intention, she..."

"Enough!"

Princess Yunshu stopped her from continuing, not wanting to hear her explanation, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and said:

"Aunt Luo, I heard that apart from you, there is also a Celestial Being Expert surnamed Yan in the convoy. Could you invite him over? I would like to thank him in advance for his escort and company along the way."

Luo Jin parted her cherry lips, finally nodded, and said:

"Very well!"

She knew that the Princess was currently somewhat agitated and likely wouldn't be able to listen to her words for the time being, so she could only wait to slowly comfort her in the days to come.

Whoever was to be married off to the bitter, cold northern lands would feel resentment, let alone a princess who had been doted on since childhood?

The carriage moved steadily forward at a speed three or four times faster than ordinary horses, yet there was still no turbulence.

Yan Chu raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Luo Jin in front of him,

"Why is the Princess looking for me?"

The wedding procession was several hundred meters long. His carriage was at the very front, while Princess Li Yunshu's carriage was in the middle. At first, he had listened to them talking about some childhood memories and other unnutritious topics, but Yan Chu felt it was boring, so he stopped listening and closed his eyes to rest.

They hadn't even left Zhongzhou yet; why was Princess Yunshu looking for him?

Luo Jin shook her head and said indifferently:

"She says she wants to thank you for the escort."

"Alright!"

Yan Chu stood up indifferently.

"The Princess is currently feeling somewhat melancholy, so do not say anything to provoke her," Luo Jin cautioned.

"I have nothing better to do than provoke her? What does she have to do with me?"

Yan Chu got off the carriage, and the surrounding carriage drivers and guards hurriedly bowed to pay their respects.

The personnel accompanying this convoy were all experts. They were very familiar with Yan Chu's deeds and dared not show the slightest disrespect just because he was young; instead, they all wore expressions of awe.

Even those ten Supreme Grandmasters were the same.

Yan Chu, with a calm expression, arrived with Luo Jin in front of Princess Yunshu's carriage. After Luo Jin reported to the Princess, Yan Chu lifted his foot to step onto the carriage.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Suddenly, an angry voice came from not far away.

A Northern Mang guard with various small braids tied on his head pointed at Yan Chu and shouted sternly:

"Princess Yunshu is now the Imperial Consort of our Khan of Beiman!"

"Southerner, withdraw your dirty foot! You are not allowed to enter the Imperial Consort's carriage!"

This voice was extremely loud and immediately spread throughout the entire convoy. The people who were marching stopped in their tracks and looked over.

That guard was none other than Wugula, the Prodigy known as the Lion-Tiger of Northern Mang, who had recently defeated the younger generation of various forces in the capital.