At the moment of boarding the carriage, the elder tribal leader turned back and gave Bo Lu a deep look, then sighed.
He didn't know how the mission to Da Jing would turn out, but he always had a feeling that Bo Lu's abilities were far from matching his ambitions, and the future of the Turkic was uncertain.
In the distance, Bo Lu Khan himself came to the outside of the royal court to see the delegation off.
Standing on a high dirt slope, he watched the convoy gradually recede, feeling a mix of emotions.
"I hope the Da Jing Dynasty can accept our sincerity."
Bo Lu murmured softly, his eyes carrying a mix of hope and unease.
The delegation headed south, ready to traverse the vast grasslands towards Da Jing.
According to custom, the ancient marriage alliances between nations usually involved a complex diplomatic process, involving various negotiations and arrangements.
