After a bit of thinking, Yang Chuxia understood. When Baili Yan ascended the throne, the Great Zhou was in chaos and did not notify the surrounding small countries. When the two dynasties went to war, these small countries became restless and were even less likely to come to the Great Zhou.
Now that the war is over and the two dynasties have formed an alliance, the surrounding small countries are not at ease, afraid of the Great Zhou taking revenge in autumn. So, taking advantage of the New Year, they brought a large amount of wealth to curry favor.
In the front hall, Luo Linyu was leaning on Yang Xiayun, secretly shedding tears. Seeing Yang Chuxia come in, she hurriedly reached out with both hands, still crying.
"Come on, come on, how old are you? Still crying? Aren't you afraid Lele and Yangyang will make fun of you?" Yang Chuxia patted her shoulder and then pressed her into the chair.
"It's okay, it's okay, Cousin, you keep crying, I'll pretend I'm deaf."
