"Oh! Aya, look at the beautiful girl!" The princess tugged at Aya's clothes, excitedly shouting.

"...Why are you more excited than me?" Aya turned her face away. "You go, I don't know you."

Speaking of which, the caravan from the Eastern Continent just arrived that day, and I didn't pay much attention to it. Now, looking carefully, whether it's looks or figure, they can indeed be called beautiful.

"However, is it a custom in the Eastern Continent to greet guests wearing armor?"

Tiran examined the girl in front of him from head to toe and asked.

"Oh, this? No, it's just that I just finished a match and didn't have time to change." Zhiran lowered her head and looked at the light armor she was wearing.

"Eh? Aren't you the chief of the Eastern Continent? What kind of opponent can make you wear armor and fight?" Aya thought for a moment and recalled that there didn't seem to be any intense battles on the first day. The one they saw earlier seemed to be the only intense duel.

"Average strength, he couldn't even block three strikes. I heard he's a level five swordsman, it seems that the warriors from the West are not that strong." Zhiran answered seriously.

Aya and the others didn't react much, but Moyi panicked first and quickly approached Zhiran, saying, "Hey, big sister, at least have some manners when you speak! If you don't, the old man will scold me for not reminding you again! Besides, even in our academy, not many can withstand your full-powered three strikes!"

"Huh? Is that so?" Zhiran blinked in confusion, instinctively tilted her head, and a strand of hair fell in front of her forehead. "The princess said that giving it your all in this kind of competition is correct, right?"

"That's a different matter!!! Moreover, don't you know what kind of person our princess is?" Moyi covered his face and said.

"Princess? The valiant warrior leading the army, the perfect heir to the throne." The girl thought for a moment and stood up straight, speaking seriously with a pair of starry eyes filled with admiration.

"I was just joking... Big sister, you don't have to answer." Aya said.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Aya and Tiran stood aside, watching as the two of them chatted self-consciously, feeling somewhat left out.

"Aya."

"Yes."

"Do you think the chief of the Eastern Continent..."

"...is an airhead? " They said in unison.

Finally, the two hosts realized that they had neglected their guests. Hastily ending the meaningless debate, they turned around and invited the three of them into the villa's main hall, where they sat on the sofas on either side of the coffee table.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. As you can see, my sister isn't very good at socializing..." Moyi, on the other hand, was a hospitable and cheerful guy. He apologized with a smile and brought in tea and refreshments.

"Well, I'm indeed not good at this." Zhiran didn't argue and nodded honestly. After thinking for a while, she added, "By the way, what does 'airhead' mean?"

I-I heard that.

"Ah, well, actually..." Tiran pinched Aya to signal him to explain. Aya could only brace himself and prepare to make up some nonsense, but before he could explain--

"Sister, I told you not to ask strange questions." Moyi wagged his finger and earnestly scolded the girl sitting next to him.

"But--" Her curiosity was not satisfied, and a hint of unwillingness appeared on her originally expressionless face.

"Sister, the princess entrusted us with important matters. Shouldn't we finish the main business first?" Moyi advised, with a tone of a well-meaning kindergarten teacher almost ready to bribe with candy.

"......Hmm." The girl nodded, readjusting her posture and taking off the sheathed long sword from her waist, placing it horizontally on her lap, returning to her previous icy beauty posture.

Aya and Tiran showed a disappointed expression again. Hey, is it meaningful to make such a posture when we have already been exposed like this?

As for the loyal guardian Angel, who has been on the edge for a long time, she was staring at the coffee table very seriously. If we could hear her thoughts at this moment, it would probably be something like this -

"What are the witch, Aya, and the others talking about? It seems like I don't understand, so I should just be a good bodyguard... Oh, oh, this little biscuit looks so delicious. What's inside? Milk? Or jam? It'd better be pineapple. I think pineapple is the best..."

...

Finally bringing the conversation back to business, both sides tidied up the various topics that had been pulled apart and officially started the dialogue.

"Let me reintroduce myself first," Mo Yi placed one hand on his chest and gestured to Zhi Lan beside him, "Zhi Lan and I are students from the Imperial National Academy, Gai Xia Academy. We are also the retainers of Princess Xiang Ling, the first princess of the empire."

"Princess Xiang Ling is the best." Zhi Lan's eyes brightened.

"Zhi Lan..."

"Uh, then I'll be more reserved." She straightened up.

Mo Yi's eyes showed some resentment, but he quickly returned to normal. "Ahem, anyway, as Starjian has probably mentioned to Prince Tiran before, our princess has a commission that she wants to entrust to you."

Without paying attention to Zhi Lan's persistence regarding the princess from the Eastern Continent, Tiran forced himself to focus on the present. "That's right, I will accept it if there are no surprises."

"Is that so? Then thank you in advance." Mo Yi's expression was somewhat surprised. He wondered if it was because he had confidence in his own abilities or if Starjian had made some remarkable conditions without him knowing.

However, Tiran's concern at this moment was what to do if the commission turned out to be difficult. He had to go back and knock Starjian's head off, no matter what.

"Let me introduce the content of the commission, Elder Sister. Is it okay for me to do it?" Mo Yi tentatively asked Zhi Lan beside him.

Although his elder sister had maxed out her talent in battles, she was somewhat awkward in speaking. After some thought, he realized it would be more appropriate for him to explain. His sister was more like a signboard girl... no, mascot... no, that wasn't quite right, but you get the idea.

After receiving Zhi Lan's affirmative answer, Mo Yi cleared his throat.

"Let's start with the current situation in the empire. His Majesty is getting old, yet he still hasn't designated a crown prince. At present, there are only three people capable and qualified to inherit the throne - the eldest prince, the second prince, and the master we serve, Princess Xiang Ling."

"The second prince gained favor from His Majesty in recent years and developed astonishing influence in the capital city, Luo Cheng. Currently, he has the Imperial Capital Forbidden Army under his control. The eldest prince, due to his status as the firstborn, has gained support from many important officials due to ceremonial rites. Now, the two sides are evenly matched in the capital city. If His Majesty encounters an accident, it will inevitably lead to a great chaos, and the Western Empire Chu will be in imminent danger..."

"What?! What the hell?!" Tiran exclaimed.

Huh? Mo Yi blinked. Did...did Tiran just shout?

"What did you say?" Tiran stared at him with wide eyes and repeated it.

Okay, it wasn't my imagination.

"Uh, I said the power struggle between the eldest prince and the second prince..." Mo Yi was a little startled, not understanding why Tiran was so startled.

"No, no, no, I mean, what empire are you talking about? Western Chu?!" The princess rolled her eyes.

"Indeed, Chu was the name of the country established by the founder... Do you have any questions, Your Highness Tiran?"

Questions? Problems, to be precise! The princess overturned the small tea table in her mind (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

No, no, if there really were any gods in this world - not the level of the Goddess of the Light Elf, she wouldn't believe that guy has no connection with her original world!

The timeline of this Eastern continent has completely gone awry!

"I apologize, but I don't know much about the history of the Eastern continent. Could you please give me a brief introduction? Western Chu... Empire?"

The princess, who was slightly confused by the sudden change in timeline, scratched her hair and calmed down to listen to Mo Yi. Well, calm down, it's already a journey to another world, let go of common sense.

According to the history of this world, Tiran seemed to have a general understanding of the history of the Eastern continent before Qin and Han, but when it came to the struggle between Chu and Han...

"During the Battle of Gaixia, the founder Xiang Yu counterattacked when he was besieged by the armies of the Han King and the Qi King. Leading eight thousand soldiers from Jiangdong, he personally killed the Qi King Han Xin in the battle, crushed the enemy army, and caused the Han King to flee in haste. Subsequently, the Han army kept losing ground and two years later, my Western Chu army broke through Hanzhong and established the Western Empire Chu... Your Highness Tiran, are you still listening?"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes." Tiran nodded.

To be honest, Tiran was already familiar with the history before the Chu-Han period, as she had read historical books out of boredom. But she was a bit absent-minded at first, but became interested when she heard the later parts.

Emmmm... although she had imagined it before, Western Empire Chu, huh? It sounds quite interesting.

The princess had a subtle expression (✧◡✧).

"So, what is your request?"

Well, she already had a vague idea from the introduction...

"We hope that Your Highness Tiran can lend a hand to help our lord seize the throne." Mo Yi said earnestly.

"Well, of course, no problem - even though I'd love to say that," Tiran opened her hands and shook her head helplessly, "since it's a request, there should be a reward, right? As a condition for helping, how do you plan to repay us?"

"Tsk."

"Hey, did you just tsk?" Tiran raised an eyebrow, staring at the expressionless ice queen next to her.

"Indeed, it is a great honor to have Your Highness's help. What are you hesitating for?"

Wow... that undisguised look of disdain, don't they feel any shame at all?!

"I say, Missy, deep down, don't you want to go as well? 'Ah, the struggle for the throne seems interesting' or something like that..."

Aya quietly mentioned the princess in their master-servant contract.

"No way, even though I'm just a princess, I can't just casually agree to that."

"Don't you have plenty of instances where you've done things that cheapened yourself?" Aya rolled her eyes.

"Tch!"

It's not a suitable occasion to beat up Aya on the spot, so Tiran just snorted and looked at Mo Yi, "Do you have the same idea as your elder sister?"

Mo Yi smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I agree... just kidding. In regards to this matter, Princess Ling has also instructed me."

"She said, 'Help me ascend to the throne, and Western Chu and Milanía shall be eternal allies.' That's what she said, Your Highness."

Of course, this is not just a verbal promise. Mo Yi also handed over a list, recording a long list of mutually beneficial conditions between the two sides. Trade, culture, and knowledge exchange are not mentioned for now, and the last item certainly caught Tiran's attention.

A million soldiers will be your sharp blade and sturdy shield.

With internal rebellion and external threats from hostile nations, if there can be reinforcements from the East, it would undoubtedly be a godsend.

"Deal."