"I'm very sorry... We, the Turkic people, don't want war either. But the grasslands have suffered drought for years, with most of the cattle and sheep dead, and the children crying from hunger..."
Princess Yujia's voice lowered, "Father said, Da Jing is prosperous, rich in resources. Rather than waiting for extinction, it's better to fight with determination. That's why we..."
Tang Xiaotong fell silent for a moment, then poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.
"Maybe it's not your fault. You've left your homeland to come to Da Jing for a political marriage, you're also a pitiful person. Try this, it's new tea from Liangzhou, it can calm the nerves."
Princess Yujia took the teacup, the warm porcelain emanating a faint tea aroma in her palm.
Suddenly she recalled the perpetual smell of sheep's milk in the Turkic tents, her eyes grew warm.
"If only..."
Tang Xiaotong hesitated to speak, his eyes full of longing.
