Chapter 1567
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It was the last day on the Senal Grassland …
Maybe it was because of Jun Linyuan's anger, or maybe it was because of the exhaustion of the long journey … Everyone kept their heads down as they walked on.
Finally, in the evening, under the afterglow of the setting sun —
A majestic group of people appeared up ahead.
Their leader was the chieftain of the Senal Grassland, a formidable figure of the grassland.
It was Chieftain Senal, a mighty chieftain.
In the cold winter, Chieftain Senal was wearing an animal hide, revealing his right shoulder. His bronze-colored skin bulged, and it was full of energy.
On his left and right were the older prince and the younger prince of the Senal Grassland.
The older prince was a mature man of the grassland. He was in his thirties and forties, and his shoulders bulged like a brown bear's. His eyes were cold, and he looked like a superior.
The younger prince was a handsome teenager who was only sixteen or seventeen. He was slim and handsome with fair skin and a gentle smile. He looked more like a teenager who grew up in Jiangnan than a man of the grassland.
Seeing Emperor Wu, the chieftain jumped off his horse, went up to Emperor Wu with a laugh, and bowed to him like a subject.
The Senal Grassland had always been a vassal state of the Junwu Empire.
The Junwu Empire had always been their vassal state, and they had to pay tribute to it every year. Of course, they had resisted before, but the Junwu Empire had suppressed them all.
Emperor Wu and Chieftain Senal exchanged greetings as they walked in front of the group.
The older prince scanned the crowd with an authoritative gaze, and finally, his eyes landed on Jun Linyuan's carriage.
His gaze met Jun Linyuan's in midair.
The stronger ones cherished the stronger ones.
One look was all it took for them to know that the other party wasn't weak. However, that one look was all they had.
Chieftain Senal had cordoned off the entire grassland, and the high ground on the left was reserved for the Junwu Empire's people.
The high ground on the right was reserved for the warriors who had come with Chieftain Senal.
One was on the left and the other on the right.
Lord Mu was in charge of logistics, and for some reason, Feng Wu's tent was next to Jun Linyuan's.
It was right next to his tent.
Feng Wu was amazed at how quickly the tents had been built, but Granny Gong smiled and asked her if she wanted to take a shower and rest in one of the tents. Only then did Feng Wu realize what was going on.
"Why … is my tent here?" Feng Wu shook her head. "Granny Gong, I'm not Jun Linyuan's maid anymore."
The 18-day mission was over, and Feng Wu didn't want to stay so close to him.
Granny Gong, who usually kept a straight face, smiled at Feng Wu. "I know."
"So, where is my tent?" Feng Wu looked at Granny Gong.
Granny Gong smiled. "Your tent is right here. Miss Wu, have you forgotten? Strictly speaking, you're a princess appointed by His Majesty, so you should have your own tent. You just haven't exercised your right before."
Is there such a thing?
"But a princess doesn't deserve to be near His Royal Highness, does she?" Feng Wu looked at Granny Gong.
"Because this is what we strongly requested."
Feng Xun and Xuan Yi had walked out of the tent behind him.
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