The king of Portland is named Adris.
This person is around fifty years old, tall, and dressed in strange clothes.
High nose bridge, deep eye sockets, white skin; the lower half of his face is completely covered by a thick beard.
At first glance, he looks quite similar to modern Europeans.
After offering Zhao Junyao a cup of drink, he straightforwardly expressed his demands.
He muttered a lot, but in summary:
Our country is too small and needs a protector.
You, the Great Chu Dynasty, are the Celestial Empire, and we think highly of you.
You need our mortar, and I need your support and protection.
How about we forge an alliance through marriage, mutually benefit, and collaborate for a win-win outcome?
Zhao Junyao listened to his demands with a blank expression and deep eyes, pondering something.
Xia Ruqing remained calm as water, unsurprised.
Zhao Junyao had received the information in advance.
While Xia Ruqing had guessed it.
