In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

"Your Highness, what's wrong? We're finally about to enter Tuyuhun, and this is the shortest route!" Lunqin Fucha seemed very resistant.

Li Yuanchang said, "Not long ago, I received some rumors that things were not peaceful in Tuyuhun recently, and Khan Murong wrote a letter reminding me to be careful."

"This was a last-minute decision made by me to ensure everything was in order."

"Tuyuhun is not peaceful? Wasn't the rebellion just suppressed a few months ago? I heard that the Tang Dynasty has also sent some border troops to garrison there, and all the rebellious forces have long been wiped out by the Prince of Han." Lun Qin Fu Cha frowned.

"I did indeed conquer the ten tribes, but there were always some who escaped. It's possible that the remaining forces there heard that I was escorting the marriage again and made preparations for revenge," Li Yuanchang said.

Lun Qinfu Tea looked unwell, but he didn't suspect anything, which seemed reasonable.

"Your Highness, perhaps we could do this..."

"Just some remnants of the force. Your Highness was able to defeat 50,000 with only 200 men back then, and now you have several thousand. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"If all else fails, Your Highness can have the Khan of Tuyuhun send troops to escort you; that would ensure your safety."

Li Yuanchang shook his head.

"I will not do anything that is risky."

"If something really goes wrong, who will take responsibility—you, or me?"

He always expressed his dissatisfaction with Qin Fu tea, saying the same thing, but he couldn't refute it.

"Your Highness, where would you like to change your route?"

"From Hexi, we circle around to enter the Western Regions, then head south along the Qilian Mountains to enter the Tang-Tibet Ancient Road."

"I have already checked it. It's only three or four hundred miles longer, not too convoluted."

Upon hearing this, Lunqin Fucha almost spat out a mouthful of blood. It was so easy to say, changing things so casually over hundreds of miles.

"Your Highness, isn't this... a bit inappropriate?"

"The route was set by your court. Changing it arbitrarily would only increase the risk. I still think we should stick to the original route."

Li Yuanchang said, "When we set off, His Majesty entrusted all decision-making power to me, including the route."

"If Your Excellency finds this inappropriate, I may send someone to Chang'an to consult first before setting off."

"But that would take too long to go back and forth, so you should think it through."

Upon hearing this, Lun Qinfu Tea's expression turned grim.

He wanted to lash out several times, but considering the relationship between Tibet and the Tang Dynasty, he was unwilling to offend such a powerful figure in the Tang Dynasty.

"Alright, Your Highness, when shall we depart?" he conceded.

"If we take the Hexi Corridor route, will it speed things up?"

"If we arrive too late, we can't afford the responsibility."

Li Yuanchang nodded: "The sun is already out. Tomorrow, once the road surface is a little drier, we'll speed up our detour and head towards Hexi."

Although he was dissatisfied with Qin Fu tea, he could still accept it after hearing the comments.

"All right."

"Then please, Your Highness, keep your promise and do not delay any longer."

"When did Your Highness ever delay?" Chi Lian asked, displeased.

Lun Qin Fu Cha frowned and gave Chi Lian a hostile look.

But seeing that Li Yuanchang had no intention of stopping him, he didn't dare to reprimand him and left without saying anything.

A certain post station.

This is the area where the marriage procession stopped. There were many people here, including more than seventy Tibetan envoys.

As soon as Lun Qin Fucha returned, he immediately closed the door tightly.

"What, a detour?!"

"Going through Hexi is such a roundabout route!"

"Yes, Lord Lunqin, why did you agree to the King of Han's unreasonable request?"

"That's right, he's been stalling for time. What exactly is he trying to do?"

The Tibetans, filled with righteous indignation, spoke in Tibetan.

"Shh!"

Lun Qin Fu Cha made a gesture of caution, as if someone was being overheard, and then frowned and said, "Do you think I want this? But this is the Tang Dynasty, and the escorts are all from the Tang army."

"The King of Han insists on changing the route; what can I do?"

Upon hearing this, a Tibetan general was extremely dissatisfied: "The fact that Tuyuhun is not peaceful is just an excuse. That place has long been pacified. Even if there are some remaining forces, they could not possibly pose a threat to the wedding procession."

"At that rate, you could get killed by a meteorite just by going outside!"

"yes!"

"My lord, this has been taking far too long!"

"The travel speed is far slower than expected, and now we have to change routes."

"Moreover, the King of Han seems to be extremely distant from us. We have tried to get in touch with him many times, but we have been ignored time and time again."

"Did the King of Han have no intention of sending Princess Wencheng to the barbarian lands at all?"

As they were talking, someone suddenly raised a question.

The whole room fell silent instantly.

The Tibetan barbarians all had serious, hostile expressions.

Lun Qinfu's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he murmured, "It's not impossible."

"A high-ranking official in the Tang Dynasty told me that this Prince of Han was the only obstacle to the marriage alliance, because His Majesty the Khan hesitated and almost rejected the Zanpu's marriage proposal."

"He not only opposed the marriage alliance, but was also extremely hostile towards Tibet!"

"Are you familiar with the Tang Dynasty's Treaty of Peace through Marriage?"

Everyone nodded.

Lunqin Fucha's eyes were unfriendly: "The Zanpu (Tibetan king) once submitted a petition requesting a large number of books, seeds, and craftsmen."

"But in reality, only 30-40% of the imperial decree from the Tang Dynasty was actually bestowed, and not a single craftsman was received. It is said that it was the Prince of Han who prevented this, and he even advocated against marriage alliances and instead sought to blockade and suppress Tibet!"

"At first, I didn't believe it. I studied Han history for ten years and only thought it was a power struggle among the Han people."

"But now, I'm starting to have to believe it!" he said, clenching his fist, his eyes revealing the ferocity of a highland barbarian.

The entire room erupted in uproar.

"It's him!"

"No wonder!"

"This King of Han is going too far!"

"Let's go, let's confront him!"

Lun Qin Fu Tea whispered: "Stop right there!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Sir, we cannot swallow this insult!" The Tibetan generals were inherently fierce.

"You have to swallow it, even if you can't. Trying to ruin a marriage alliance? Do you want to die?"

"That is the most beloved younger brother of the Great Khan of the Tang Dynasty. Now that you are causing trouble, you are giving him a reason to suppress you. He has the power of life and death as if I were personally present!" Lun Qin Fu Cha warned, but in the end, he remained calm.

The Tibetan barbarians were all deflated, their eyes filled with fear, and they dared not cause any more trouble.

"So, my lord, you're just going to obey the Prince of Han like that?"

Lun Qinfu Tea's gaze was cold: "Listen, but don't listen completely."

"The King of Han was hostile to Tibet, and he was only ordered to do so because of the pressure he was under from the Heavenly Khan."

"I am worried that something unexpected might happen during this marriage alliance. For the sake of the Zanpu, for the sake of Tibet, and for the sake of our interests, we must be more careful and guard against the Han King."

"I will immediately write a letter, and you should send it to Baihai by fast horse so that the Zanpu can read it in person."

"After seeing this, the Zanpu will surely take action."

"Yes!" The Tibetan envoys all nodded in agreement.

As a high-ranking official of the Tibetan Empire and the person in charge of the marriage alliance with Tibet, Lunqin Fucha immediately set off, went to his desk, wrote a secret letter on sheepskin, sealed it with wax, and then handed it over to his confidant.

As for the contents, no one knows.