Feng Miao Jun had styled her hair in a casual cloud bun today.

Her precious hair was loosely coiled, and her makeup was lightly applied. Though she wore only a simple pearl and gold hairpin, she appeared indescribably beautiful and unapproachably elegant.

That first glance of her radiant beauty captivated people, dazzling their eyes and leaving them speechless.

The Jin Kingdom envoy stared with wide eyes, unable to speak, not merely due to her stunning beauty:

This city-toppling beauty before him was someone he recognized!

The Queen of New Xia parted her vermilion lips and smiled slightly at him: “Li Yuan Fa, it’s been a long time.”

The envoy sent by the Jin Kingdom was the third son of Left Minister Li Yuan Long, Li Yuan Fa.

He had once plotted against Mo Tizhun and nearly succeeded, but unfortunately, his luck was poor. Feng Miao Jun had interfered, and as a result, Mo Tizhun had broken both his legs.

When Yun was searching for clues in the Jin capital, he exchanged spiritual medicine for information with Li Yuan Fa, thus healing his legs. With his outstanding personal abilities, Li Yuan Fa quickly earned the Jin King’s recognition.

Such a person already possessed great depth, and the Jin King employed him precisely for his steadiness. However, when facing Feng Miao Jun, he still unconsciously revealed a face full of astonishment.

This young woman’s face had been etched into his memory through endless pain—he would recognize it even if he were turned to ashes.

She was Mo Tizhun’s third disciple Feng Miao Jun. Why had she suddenly appeared here, transformed into the much-discussed Queen of New Xia?

Seeing him still in a daze, Feng Miao Jun lightly coughed and continued: “Your legs, I see, have fully recovered.”

These words immediately reminded Li Yuan Fa how his legs had been broken, and he came back to his senses. Rising to his feet, he performed a respectful bow and said: “Li Yuan Fa pays his respects to… Your Majesty!”

There was some hesitation in his voice, but judging by her magnificent attire, dignified bearing, and the many attendants around her, she was indeed the Queen of New Xia herself.

“No need for formalities, please sit,” Feng Miao Jun moved to the main seat and sat down, taking a light sip of tea while feeling the young man’s flickering gaze carefully sweeping over her.

“Both the Jin King and Mo Tizhun are aware of my identity,” she said with lowered eyelids. “In the Jin capital… it was merely a facade.”

Li Yuan Fa immediately understood. No wonder the arrogant Mo Tizhun would break his own rule and accept a woman with no talent as his disciple—it turned out she was Princess Chang Le!

He stood up again and bowed deeply to Feng Miao Jun, saying solemnly: “This bow is to thank Your Majesty for your protection back then!” If not for Feng Miao Jun’s clever plea on his behalf, Mo Tizhun might have killed him outright. How could he have today’s honor of representing the Jin Kingdom as an envoy to An Xia?

This young man’s thoughts were indeed nimble, knowing to refer to their past connection to close the distance between them. Feng Miao Jun smiled pleasantly: “Very well, I accept.”

She had stayed in the Jin capital for a full three years, during which Li Yuan Fa had never approached her to say a word of thanks, clearly harboring resentment. Such was human nature—first arrogant, then respectful.

Next, Li Yuan Fa presented congratulatory gifts and conveyed the Jin King’s intention to cooperate.

The Jin King naturally did not yet know that Feng Miao Jun had through a strange twist of fate inherited her parents’ legacy, but Jin Kingdom had been paying considerable attention to this old neighbor’s re-establishment. An Xia’s territory was vast—could the young New Xia nation manage it well? And what attitude would it adopt toward the Jin Kingdom?

These were all matters the Jin King wanted to probe.

What Feng Miao Jun needed to do now was to reassure him. She understood the Jin King and knew he disliked creating trouble. As long as New Xia developed peacefully, he would likely not interfere. Therefore, in its dealings with the Jin Kingdom, New Xia would continue the old systems of the original An Xia, with only tax rates being lowered.

The tax officials would provide a detailed list. This was a gesture of goodwill, and after receiving it, Li Yuan Fa completed his mission. He bid farewell to return and report to the Jin King.

In the days since her return to An Xia, she had hardly had a day of peace.

The moment Luo Fu Island was approved by heaven and established as New Xia’s national treasure, a sudden lustrous green light swept across the land of New Xia from thousands of li away, not missing even an inch of soil.

A divine miracle!

This was heaven’s blessing bestowed upon New Xia, something only nations with established national treasures could enjoy. From now on, while sustaining its people, New Xia’s land would also receive elemental power in return, becoming more fertile.

Such a major event naturally could not be kept secret from others. Various countries and factions, hearing that the Queen of New Xia had established a national treasure, sent envoys to offer congratulations, all queuing up to be received by her. At least a dozen required her audience, truly making her face stiff from smiling so much.

Of course, as the queen of a newly established country, her troubles were far more than just this. Feng Miao Jun tossed a handful of fish food into the pond and watched the few ordinary koi fish there, sighing softly.

Just then, the startled cry of a maidservant came from outside: “General, General, you cannot enter without permission. You must not disturb Her Majesty!”

Someone barked: “Silence!”

This was followed by heavy footsteps approaching—distant at first, but within moments they reached the hall entrance, indicating the visitor’s large strides.

This person continued walking straight toward her without stopping.

Before Feng Miao Jun could turn around, someone had already flashed out from the side door to block the entrance, drawing the sword at his waist with a clang: “Halt! One step closer and you’ll be executed without question!”

This was a wiry young man with dark skin.

Chen Da Chang.

The approaching man snorted: “Ignorant boy, I was guarding An Xia’s borders when you were still at your mother’s breast!”

Feng Miao Jun turned and smiled slightly at this person: “General Hong’s temper remains unchanged, I see.”

The visitor was a man seven feet tall, with a broad forehead, square face, tiger-like eyes, and a strong jaw. His entire body bulged with muscle, with only the touch of gray at his temples betraying his true age.

This was General Zhao Hong Yin, whose name made Wei people tremble in fear. He was a general of the previous dynasty, and after An Xia’s fall, he still led his old subordinates in guerrilla warfare throughout the central mountain regions of An Xia, engaging with Xiao Jing. During last year’s war with Wei, he had established illustrious merits.

Zhao Hong Yin was one hundred and ten years old this year. The battle armor he wore was a treasure, soaked in the blood of six great demons he had hunted, making it impervious to blades and arrows. It had been dyed crimson as a result, earning him the nickname “Red General.”

She nodded slightly toward Chen Da Chang and only then did the young man sheathes his sword and withdraw, taking his position behind her.

After her arrival, she sent messages to the Jin capital, summoning all twenty-plus skilled subordinates who had remained there to Wu Sai Er City. A commander without troops could hardly command others; she needed to quickly establish her team.

When she left the Jin capital, it had been somewhat hasty. She had only taken some of her subordinates, while secretly leaving people to manage various businesses, all entrusted to Lu Chuan Ying. The latter was skilled in management and had also helped her find many capable non-Jin people. Chen Da Chang had brought all of them to Wu Sai Er City this time.

This young man had stayed in the Jin capital not only to guard the businesses she left behind but also to diligently cultivate. His talent was truly exceptional, and Feng Miao Jun had left him with considerable benefits, enabling Chen Da Chang to progress rapidly in his cultivation, particularly excelling in the art of precision strikes, making him suitable as her guard.

As she turned, Zhao Hong Yin was saying: “The Queen refuses to see me, but I must come and ask… Eh, who are you!”