There is a happy inn in the capital.

Chapter 430 Pink BMW

"General Liang, today is the birthday of the God of Stars, a day of universal celebration. Why bring up these mundane matters again and again?"

The king's tone was drawn out

"Regarding the trade, I have already entrusted my ministers to discuss it in detail. My country, Boyu, is rich in resources and has a complete legal system, so trade is conducted in a well-ordered manner. I appreciate your country's goodwill, but the specifics of how to proceed require careful consideration and must be in accordance with our national conditions."

He spoke these words without a trace of remorse, still offering a high-sounding excuse, only this time, even the slightest crack in the defense seemed to have been closed.

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze fixed intently on Princess Changning.

"Your Highness, your attire today is even more dashing than last time, truly captivating. I wonder if Your Highness would be interested in our Star Dance? Perhaps we could enjoy it together later?"

Princess Changning's fingers tightened, and she was about to speak when Liang Yuying beside her subtly turned, blocking her view from the king, and said in a deep voice...

"The princess has loved martial arts since childhood and has little interest in singing and dancing. I fear she might spoil Your Majesty's enjoyment. On behalf of the princess, I offer Your Majesty a toast, wishing the stars of the Bo Yu Kingdom to shine forever."

She raised her glass, drank it all in one gulp, her posture neither servile nor arrogant, silently defusing the king's ill-intentioned invitation.

A hint of displeasure flashed in King Ardan's eyes, but he couldn't show it, so he simply snorted and raised his cup in a perfunctory gesture.

Seeing this from the opposite side, the Basha Prince chuckled and turned his gaze back to Ye Bingli.

Seeing that she almost blended into the background, with only a section of her fair neck visible, his lust and desire to conquer intensified, but he knew this was not the time to act on it.

Sitting at the table, Li Shuchen had already cursed the "old lecherous" king and Basha eight hundred times in his heart. He was utterly disgusted with this bland and calculating banquet.

She listlessly fiddled with the food on her plate, her mind drifting away, wishing this agonizing process would end soon.

Just as the banquet atmosphere became slightly tense due to Liang Yuying's suggestion and the King's refusal...

Suddenly, a magnificent horn sounded outside the hall, accompanied by a unique and powerful drumbeat.

Everyone's spirits lifted! The main event was about to begin!

Eight bare-chested, muscular strongmen carried together a huge, square object covered in golden brocade, slowly into the center of the Star River Hall.

The drumbeats grew more urgent, and the strongmen shouted in unison, suddenly tearing open the brocade—

In an instant, a pink glow seemed to appear, accompanied by a faint, strange, sweet and pungent aroma (said to be the scent secreted by Akhal-Teke horses when they are excited), illuminating the entire hall!

What a magnificent horse it was!

Its fur is an extremely rare, soft, and lustrous pale pink, not a sickly white, but like a newly blossoming peach blossom, or the gentlest dawn on the horizon.

With a tall and well-proportioned physique, smooth and beautiful lines, and muscles undulating beneath smooth fur, it exudes a powerful and dynamic beauty.

What's most striking are its eyes, large and bright, a rare amber gold, sparkling with life and exuding an innate nobility and untamed spirit.

It stood proudly in the hall, facing the assembled dignitaries and the clamor, merely snorting impatiently and pawing the ground with its front hooves, its posture haughty, as if it were the true master of the place.

"Wow——!"

After a brief silence, there came gasps of amazement and praise that nearly lifted the dome!

"Gods! It's truly pink blood sweat!"

"Such a magnificent steed! I've never heard of anything like it!"

"Auspicious omen! This is a divine blessing upon the Kingdom of Boyu!"

King Ardan rose triumphantly, spreading his arms wide, as if the divine horse were the embodiment of his merits.

"This is a treasure bestowed upon my kingdom of Boyu by the God of Stars! 'Pink Clouds Chasing the Moon'! Today, on this auspicious day, I share it with you all!"

All eyes were fixed on the horse, filled with greed, admiration, and awe.

Many people were secretly speculating: to whom would the king ultimately bestow such a divine object? To the noble princess? Or the most favored prince?

Princess Zoya sat in an extremely secluded corner, almost entirely obscured by lamplight, dressed less lavishly than even the most favored maids.

Her emerald eyes were fixed on "Pink Clouds Chasing the Moon," reflecting a pure appreciation for the beautiful creature, but deeper still, a longing, a desire to possess it.

Li Shuchen was also stunned. She had never seen such a beautiful horse before; it seemed to have stepped out of a myth.

Sitting diagonally opposite her, Xu Shaobao leaned over and whispered in admiration, "Miss Li, if you rode it, you would definitely have a different kind of charm."

Li Shuchen snapped out of his reverie and lowered his voice: "Prince Xu, do you think King Aldan would allow outsiders to ride this pink Akhal-Teke horse?"

Xu Shaobao glanced at the king and shook his head, then said to Li Shuchen...

"I'll find a way to get you a pink Akhal-Teke horse."

"No need, thank you, I already have Wanbai."

Amidst a chorus of praise and flattery, King Ardan waved his hand and spoke in a booming voice.

"Such a magnificent steed is worthy of the most valiant young man in my kingdom of Boyu! My son, come forward!"

A look of ecstatic joy mixed with arrogance immediately appeared on the face of the Pasar prince. He strode forward and knelt on one knee.

"Thank you for your grace, Father King!"

The king nodded in satisfaction: "This horse is bestowed upon you. I hope you will take good care of it and not fail to live up to this auspicious gift from heaven!"

"obey"

Royal princesses and princes rode in twos and threes, each wiping the pink Akhal-Teke horses, though the horses kept leaving them behind.

Many nobles congratulated Bazaar, who was smug and looked at the pink horse with possessiveness in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Zoya, sitting in the corner, silently lowered her head, picked up the glass in front of her, and downed the cheap liquor in one gulp, the bitterness seeping straight to her heart.

The banquet drew to a close amidst compliments to the Pasar prince and exclamations of wonder at the divine horse.

Li Shuchen was seething with anger. Taking advantage of the chaos after the event, he quietly slipped over to Zoya's side and asked her in a low, rapid voice...

“You’re a princess, aren’t all royal children allowed to try riding these fine horses? Besides, I heard that Pasar had a good horse a few years ago, but he wore it out and killed it within a few months! Why give it back to him?”

Zoya raised her emerald green eyes, which held a calm desolation. She forced a bitter smile, barely an inch from her lips.

"It has always been like this."

These four simple words conveyed all the heartache and helplessness.

Looking at the market surrounded by spectators, and the beautiful creature about to fall into the market's clutches, Li Shuchen cursed inwardly.

"Old Deng! Your favoritism has reached the other side of the desert, ugh!"

Li Shuchen walked back cursing, his aura extremely hostile, and none of the members of the delegation came out to stop him.

In the stillness of the night, a gentle knock was heard again on the window of the inn.

Li Shuchen didn't sleep this time; she opened the window immediately, knowing that Zoya would definitely come.

Sure enough, Zoya nimbly slid in, carrying a rather large wine jug.

She wasn't wearing any night clothes, just her usual old dress, her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and she reeked of alcohol.

"Oh, Your Highness, are you here to drown your sorrows in alcohol?" Li Shuchen quickly gestured for her to sit down and poured her a glass of water.