Chapter 1789: Chapter 1727: Wufu Arrives in the Northwest
Beiyan and Nanyue opened the Northwest Trade Route, truly pushing the entire Great Northwest toward prosperity. Along this trade route, not only do Central Plains People engage in business dealings, but there are also some Foreigners involved. Large business deals are struck at the wine table, while small vendors make their deals on the streets.
Wufu was holding a large bowl of iced jelly and eating it in big mouthfuls. The coolness of the ice jelly refreshed both her mouth and heart.
Due to the geographical reasons, this area has plenty of yellow sand. Although there are still a few days before the hot summer of June, itās already quite hot.
"Ma...My lord, donāt get too caught up in cooling off, thatās enough. Youāve been eating quite a variety along the way," Purple Jade advised Wufu, frowning delicately.
From Quanzhou to the Northwest, they hadnāt been rushing, but they werenāt dragging their feet either. Upon reaching here, Wufu loosened her belt and consumed whatever was new.
Wearing a Suqing menās outfit and makeup, Wufu put down the ice bowl, licked the honey on her lips, and smiled, "Itās rare to come here; not eating would be a disservice to the stomach."
She looked toward the bustling street and sighed, "I hope this prosperous calm can continue indefinitely."
Purple Jade didnāt comment.
Unless Beiyan and Nanyue remain peaceful, if war breaks out, the open trade route in the Northwest will surely be the first to be targeted, and once war begins, the grand city will crumble, and prosperity will be no more.
Chi San stepped over, and Wufu asked, "Is the travel document ready? Can we cross the river?"
Their group had come under the guise of sightseeing and casually exploring any business opportunities that might present themselves.
"I have already contacted the relevant boatmen; we can cross the river tomorrow," Chi San replied.
Wufu hummed in response, "Then letās rest for a night anyway; Ah Jiu and the others havenāt received the message yet."
Another guard came over, saying that they had already reserved an inn.
Wufu stood up, and her entourage closely followed her.
"Move aside."
"Drive."
A few fine horses galloped at speed, and everyone protected Wufu in front, while pedestrians quickly made way.
Leading the charge was a black steed, and the person atop it had a face full of righteous coldness, with a stature as upright as a pine tree, a gemstone-encrusted curved sword at his waist, exuding a fierce military presence.
As he approached, that ferocity grew even more oppressive.
Wufu looked on curiously and, noticing his uniform, asked those around her, "Who is this?"
"My lord, look at his waist. That curved sword is the Dragon Killing Sword," Chi Wu whispered, "The Dragon Killing Sword was bestowed upon Prince Wei by the former emperor, and itās said that Prince Wei gifted it to his Concubineās Son. This should be the increasingly famous Song Cheng, the young general."
"Is it him?" Wufu raised her eyebrows, watching Song Cheng ride past, and with a folding fan against her chin, remarked, "I didnāt expect Song Cheng to be so righteous and straightforward; heās a real man, better than Song Wei, that effeminate man."
Oneās nature can be glimpsed from their demeanor. Though Song Cheng is a Concubineās Son, not of noble birth, his aura is filled with iron-blooded valor. Even without facing him directly, one can sense his chilling presence.
Thatās a quality forged from crawling among heaps of corpses, not like Song Wei, an effeminate man, a grown man who even wears perfume, bah!
Thinking of the rumors about this young general, and comparing with Song Wei, Wufu squinted her eyes.
Publicly, she admired people like Song Cheng, but privately, the Northwest would be easier to handle if led by Song Wei. After all, Song Chengās upright and formidable nature and skill in battle would indeed make things challenging in case of conflict!