The contending Wang Yun

"Faceplate?" Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard what Hassan said. "Why would you have them forge you a faceplate?"

Yan Liuyuan looked at Xiaoyu and said with a smile, "It's because I'm too young, so I often lack an authoritative figure. The faceplate might help with stabilizing the authority of the imperial court."

In truth, he did not finish his explanation. Gods needed to portray a sense of mysteriousness, and since the grasslands needed a god now, he would be that god to them.

Xiaoyu looked at Yan Liuyuan. She wanted to say something to him but hesitated. In the end, she just straightened his collar and said, "I'll go and brief Tsetseg on the things to watch out for on the journey. You have to come back safely from this expedition to the South. As long as you're safe, nothing else matters."

"Mhm." Yan Liuyuan nodded.

After that, Xiaoyu went out. Then Hassan came in respectfully and handed the black faceplate to Yan Liuyuan.