bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 471 Fortress

The next day.

Siyang Palace was as solemn and dignified as ever. The morning sun shone through the windows of the palace, adding a touch of warm glow to this ancient and magnificent palace.

Xiao Hongdou started to get busy early in the morning. According to Han Dongwen's instructions, she organized a team of palace maids to make preparations.

After Han Dongwen formally meets Amira, her daily life will be taken over by Xiao Hongdou - this was originally Mi Niangniang's job, but since Han Dongwen said so, no one would have any objection.

Guangyang Hall.

The interior of the hall had already been decorated. A red carpet stretched from the door to the throne. Gorgeous embroidered curtains and national flags were hung on the surrounding walls, making the hall look solemn and dignified.

Han Dongwen was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the throne with a calm and majestic look.

Although he had some doubts about Amira's intentions, he did not show it on the surface. He knew that today's meeting was not only a diplomatic etiquette, but also a contest of mind and wisdom.

The palace door slowly opened and Han Dongwen saw the person coming.

It's not one figure, it's two people.

Princess Amira walked slowly into Guangyang Palace under the guidance of a male attendant.

She was dressed in a gorgeous dress for an Orima noblewoman. The dress was embroidered with exquisite patterns in gold thread, exuding a luxurious brilliance. She wore a veil decorated with gems on her head. The veil was half-covered, revealing her eyes as bright as stars, her skin as white as snow, and her delicate facial features, exuding a sense of nobility and elegance.

Her long dress was made of soft silk, light and elegant, and the hem fluttered gently with every step she took, like a fairy in the clouds. A jeweled belt was tied around her waist, perfectly accentuating her slender figure. On her wrists and ankles were golden bracelets and bells, which jingled pleasantly with her steps.

  Her eyelashes are so long. Is it because the Orima people were born in the desert that their eyelashes are always so long?

This was Han Dongwen’s first reaction.

He naturally turned his head to look at the attendant, but found that he could not see his eyelashes.

His eyes could not be seen either - he was a blind man.

The blind attendant stood beside her. He looked very strong and agile. He was dressed in the garb of an Olimar warrior, with a helmet inlaid with gold, his armor gleaming with metallic luster, and exquisite patterns carved on his shoulders and chest.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, his expression was solemn, his face was resolute, and every movement he made revealed majesty and power.

On the servant's waist was a crescent-shaped scimitar with a scabbard inlaid with gems that flickered with a faint light.

Although the servant could not see, every step he took was steady and powerful, as if he could sense everything around him.

He stood silently behind Amira, like a silent guardian, watching his surroundings vigilantly.

"Princess Amira, welcome to Simeng." Han Dongwen's voice was loud and solemn, breaking the silence in the hall.

Amira smiled and nodded slightly, signaling her attendant to present the prepared letter. It was a letter written in her country's language, expressing the purpose of her visit and her friendly wishes.

Han Dongwen took the letter, read it carefully, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

The content of the letter was full of nonsense and endless polite words, which was not what he wanted to know.

What he wanted to know was why, after such a conflict between Simong and Blood Harbor, Olimar would offer a marriage that he didn't need.

Where there is good intention, there is a purpose.

He slowly put down the letter and looked at Amira. She smiled again, nodded, and then used gestures to express her gratitude and expectation.

Of course, some things cannot be discussed in public.

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But Chao had other things to talk about.

After the formal meeting with Han Dongwen, Amira was led to the harem, and the atmosphere in Guangyang Palace quickly returned to its usual solemnity.

The palace lanterns hanging high in the hall emitted a soft light, illuminating every official present.

Han Dongwen, sitting on the throne, looked at the courtiers standing below the palace with a dignified and cold gaze. "Haizhou."

He opened his mouth, his voice deep and loud, echoing in every corner of the hall.

His gaze then turned to Tan Tai Fu, who was standing beside him, wearing a dark blue court robe with the emblem of the National Military Department embroidered on his chest.

long time no see.

Han Dongwen thought to himself.

  When was the last time you saw Tan Tai Fu?

Now that the Haizhou incident is over, the National Military Department cannot escape blame as Han Dongwen thought.

This is the most important moment, the time to cut the cake.

Thanks to the Jing Department, a portion of the National Military Department's cake can be cut and redistributed.

If Olimar, Amira, and even Blood Harbor are external matters, then internal matters at this moment are equally important.

"Now that Simeng and Xuegang are at odds, we should be prepared to annihilate Xuegang as our ultimate goal. Therefore, the reconstruction of Haizhou should focus on defensive fortifications, and even make it a fortress for Simeng on the sea. We should not neglect it."

Han Dongwen's voice was full of majesty and decisiveness, and his arrangements were unquestionable.

And building this so-called seaside fortress is definitely not a small project.

If there is a project, there will naturally be a need for people to undertake it, and naturally there will be profits.

This is an eternal truth.

Such a great opportunity to make a profit should have been seized by the National Military Department, and this is the cake.

And now...

Han Dongwen stared at Tan Tai Fu and realized that he seemed to have been afraid to look at him so unyieldingly before.

To Han Dongwen's surprise, Tan Tai Fu seemed much more relaxed than he had imagined.

He was not as aggressive as before, but rather seemed calm and composed. For a moment, he even gave Han Dongwen the illusion that the old man had become kind.

Tan Tai coughed again, bowed his head and clasped his hands:

"Your Majesty, the rebellion of the Jing tribe is due to the poor supervision of the National Military Department. The National Military Department will conduct a serious rectification and investigation. Before the investigation is completed, I am afraid that the National Military Department does not have the extra manpower to take charge of the reconstruction of Haizhou."

This was his declaration of withdrawal.

  He actually let go so easily?

Han Dongwen was shocked. He actually let go so easily?

He was somewhat surprised by Tan Tai Fu's resolute attitude.

Han Dongwen looked at Tan Tai Fu coldly, thinking secretly in his heart.

Is there a deeper meaning behind Tan Taifu's concession? Or has he foreseen the future layout?

In any case, the current situation is an excellent opportunity for Han Dongwen to readjust the distribution of power.

"very good."

Han Dongwen's tone was cold, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "In this case, the rectification of the National Military Department must be thorough, and I will make other arrangements for the reconstruction of Haizhou."

Tan Taifu bowed his head again and said, "I will obey your orders and will not let you down."

Han Dongwen retracted his gaze and turned to other officials: "The reconstruction of Haizhou cannot be delayed. The Director General of National Law and the Director General of National Finance will come to the Taishu Pavilion after the court."

He paused, thinking that there should be someone in Taishu Pavilion who has deep feelings for Haizhou.