Chapter 240 - 154: What Does This Mean?

The starry sky adorned the boundless heavens, a gentle breeze swept through, the waves of grass swayed lightly, and the prairie night unfolded like a profound painting.

However, this beautiful night could not warm the cold heart of Princess Yujia.

She stood alone outside the tent, gazing into the distant horizon, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.

The maid Alan gently approached her side, softly advising, "Princess, it’s late, the wind is chilly, you should return to the tent and rest."

Princess Yujia did not turn her head, her voice slightly hoarse, "Alan, do you think I’ll ever see this prairie again after I leave?"

Alan’s heart ached, tears shimmering in her eyes.

"Princess, don’t overthink it. Though Da Jing is far away, you are the pearl of the Turkic, and the Emperor of Da Jing will surely treat you kindly."

"Kindly?" Princess Yujia let out a bitter laugh, a hint of ridicule flashing in her eyes, "I’m just a pawn for Bo Lu to consolidate power. For the sake of the Turkic’s interests, Bo Lu pushed me out without a word of comfort."

Her voice gradually deepened, carrying endless disappointment and resentment.

"Alan, do you know? I once thought I could dress like the women of Da Jing, marry him, and he would protect me, fight for my freedom. But now, he himself sent me down this path."

Alan knew who the princess was referring to, that was a renowned frontier marshal of Da Jing named Zhao Zun.

The princess and the frontier marshal had countless strategic exchanges during battles. Even though they had never met, the princess’s heart was never at peace.

Now, this feeling is destined to become a regret, isn’t it?

"Princess, don’t blame the Khan," Alan softly advised, "He’s also doing it for the people of the Turkic. Da Jing not only has a formidable general like Zhao Zun but also powerful weapons like ’Peanuts’ to assist them. Without this marriage alliance, the Turkic might find it hard to fend off their cavalry."

Princess Yujia painfully closed her eyes, tears silently falling.

"I know, I know it all. But why does it have to be me? Why must I become the sacrifice in this power transaction?"

Princess Yujia’s voice carried endless helplessness and pain.

They all say she’s the pearl of the prairie, a princess of noble stature.

But as a Turkic princess, Yujia knew that while enjoying ultimate honor, she also bore the mission a princess should have.

For this mission, for all the Turkic tribesmen, she cannot wholeheartedly pursue the emotions she desires, only forced to become the sacrifice of a power transaction.

Because in every scenario, the enemy is strong, and we are weak. This is the fate she cannot resist.

Alan knew what she was thinking, took a step forward, gently holding her hand.

"Princess, don’t be sad. No matter where you go, Alan will accompany you. We’ll go to Da Jing together, face the future days together."

Princess Yujia opened her eyes and looked at Alan’s determined gaze, feeling a slight warmth in her heart.

She sighed softly and murmured, "Alan, thank you. At least I have you by my side."

She looked up at the starry sky, silently praying in her heart.

"If destiny truly cannot be changed, then I can only pray to the heavens, hoping the days in Da Jing won’t be too hard. And... hoping to see him in Da Jing, and that he remembers me."

The night breeze swept past, the prairie night remained beautiful, yet Princess Yujia’s heart was like this endless night, seeing no light of dawn.

She turned and walked towards the tent, her silhouette especially solitary.

"Alan, let’s go in!" Yujia’s voice calmed down, but carried a trace of determination, "Since I cannot escape it, then I must face it bravely."

Alan nodded and followed behind Princess Yujia, entering the tent.

The tent curtains slowly fell, and the prairie night remained tranquil, as if nothing had happened.

However, Princess Yujia’s fate might have completely changed this night.

On the fifth day afternoon, the servants hurriedly loaded the dowry prepared for the princess onto the carriages, one box after another of gold, silver, jewels, and rare medicinal herbs.

Princess Yujia stood quietly aside, dressed in a magnificent Turkic robe, wearing a gold crown inlaid with gems, her demeanor calm, showing no sign of joy or anger, yet her eyes subtly revealed complex emotions.

The delegation soon assembled, led by the elder tribal chieftain.

Understanding the importance of this mission, the elder tribal chieftain dared not show any negligence, deciding to personally undertake this journey.