The Favored Heiress
Chapter 684: Highest-Level Diplomatic Representative

Chapter 684: Chapter 684: Highest-Level Diplomatic Representative

The lawyer, perplexed, left the police station with a heart full of questions.

At noon, the deputy director returned from a meeting and, upon inquiry, learned that Li Qiao was still in the detention room.

"She refuses to leave?"

The officer handling the case nodded with difficulty, "The lawyer from the Ming family came this morning, and from what I gathered... it seems she won’t leave unless Elder Ming personally comes to request her."

The deputy director sneered, "Then let her wait."

Regardless of Elder Ming’s status in Parma, even the head of the first prestigious family, the Shang’s, would have to call him father-in-law.

This young lady, so young, probably doesn’t understand the cruelty of society.

She dares to make a scene in the independent Tribal Chief’s Mansion of Parma; she’ll have her time to cry later.

...

Two hours later, the police station in the Old Town District received an accountability call from the Tribal Chief’s Council.

The deputy director was originally sitting in his office, leisurely drinking tea when a knock on the door sounded. Without waiting for his response, the officer handling the case rushed in with a report, "Deputy, something has happened."

"What else could be the issue?"

Seeing the officer’s panicked demeanor, the Deputy Director took on an official tone and admonished, "How many times have I said, a police officer must remain calm and collected in the face of situations, one must not..."

The officer didn’t dare to delay, interrupting his words, and hurriedly said, "Deputy Director, something big has happened. The Tribal Chief’s Council just called, saying we’ve detained a high-ranking person from an allied country, violating the diplomatic relations law, and they have already sent people to negotiate. They asked us to prepare the detention documents and the grounds for it."

The deputy director’s hand shook, and hot tea spilled onto his police trousers, "What did you say?"

A call for accountability from the Tribal Chief’s Council, Parma’s highest authority, clearly indicates how serious the situation is.

The officer handling the case was pale, clutching the doorknob tightly, "Deputy Director, it’s true, people from the Tribal Chief’s Council and the allied country’s embassy are on their way. What should we do, should we notify the Director?"

"The Director is on vacation and not reachable; don’t just stand there, go check which of the detainees is a high-ranking person from the allied country, quickly."

The deputy director couldn’t concern himself with the tea stain on his trousers and put down the cup, urging the officer to hurry up and check the files.

This was a serious matter, leaving no room for wishful thinking.

High-ranking person from an allied country, diplomatic relations law, embassy negotiations...

Any of these terms alone could ruin him, not to mention combined, they were like a death warrant.

Ten minutes later, three detention documents were laid out on the conference room table.

The deputy director was sweating profusely. After wiping his face, he flipped through the documents, "Are you sure there are only these three?"

Several officers on the other side of the table nervously nodded, "Deputy Director, the Tribal Chief’s Mansion didn’t specify which allied country, but we’ve checked, and these three are the only foreign nationals in detention."

The deputy director looked at the detention materials and the grounds, and his tense emotions relaxed somewhat.

All three people met the conditions for detention: one from America involved in drug trafficking, one from the British Imperial causing trouble and disorder, and another from Australia charged with assaulting an officer.

The deputy director wiped off his sweat and dumped the documents on the table, breathing a sigh of relief, "All of them are criminals, even if the embassy comes, we have legitimate reasons to refuse negotiations."

Hearing this, the officers exchanged glances in private, still feeling uneasy.

If it were indeed criminals, how could the Tribal Chief’s Mansion have the face to hold them accountable?

But apart from these three, there indeed were no other international friends detained.

...

As noon approached, the deputy director had completely let go of his concerns; he glanced at his watch from time to time, seemingly growing impatient.

Several more minutes passed, and an auxiliary police officer came to report that the vehicles from the Tribal Chief’s Mansion and the Embassy had arrived.

The Deputy Director adjusted his uniform, looked left and right at the epaulettes on his shoulders, and strode confidently to the front of the police station to greet the visitors.

"Councilor Ning, hello, hello, such an honor to have you here. Please forgive our lack of a grander welcome."

The Deputy Director enthusiastically stepped forward in an attempt to shake hands with the other party, smiling on his face, yet feeling an immense shock inside.

He had not expected that the Tribal Chief’s Mansion would send the Tribal Chief’s own brother, Ning Yuanyang, who was the current Speaker.

At that moment, Ning Yuanyang, standing tall and solemn, only glanced at him perfunctorily before turning to the person beside him and spreading his hand, introducing, "This is the Myanmar Embassy’s Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary, Mr. Sayyibun."

The Deputy Director was shocked for the second time.

This was the highest-ranking diplomatic representative from the Embassy.

Ning Yuanyang, unperturbed by the Deputy Director’s astonishment, gestured invitingly, "Mr. Sa, please come in."

Mr. Sayyibun’s eyes were piercing, and his formal black suit and white shirt conveyed the etiquette and haughtiness of a diplomatic envoy.

In the reception room, the Deputy Director had someone bring in two cups of tea and handed out three folders of documents, standing at the corner of the table with a sheepish smile, "Councilor Ning, the documents of the three individuals from the Allied Country who are in custody as of today are all here, you two... please take a look."

Ning Yuanyang casually flipped through them, and Mr. Sayyibun picked them up and looked as well.

In just a few seconds, Mr. Sayyibun’s expression darkened significantly as he spoke in fluent Parma, his tone quite harsh, "Councilor Ning, what does this mean?"

Ning Yuanyang raised his hand to calm him and gazed at the Deputy Director while knocking on the table, "Are you sure these are the only three individuals?"

"Yes, that’s right." The Deputy Director’s heart was pounding, fearing any impact on the diplomatic relations between the countries, and he instinctively suggested, "How about... I take you gentlemen to the custody room?"

Forget about high-ranking Myanmar officials; there hadn’t even been any Myanmar citizens involved in recent cases. Mr. Sayyibun must have made a mistake.

The more the Deputy Director thought about it, the more indignant he felt, as if a crime was being fabricated.

Ning Yuanyang turned his head, politely inquiring, "What would you like to do?"

Mr. Sayyibun, lips pursed, stood up resolutely, "That is acceptable."

In a moment, the Deputy Director led them towards the custody room.

On the way, he kept babbling, "Councilor Ning, this must be a misunderstanding, our police station rarely detains Myanmar nationals, and you’ve also seen the files, there really is none."

Ning Yuanyang looked straight ahead, glancing at him from the corner of his eye, "We’ll know whether there are any after Mr. Sayyibun has seen for himself."

The ambassador of the highest rank from the Myanmar Embassy was not so easily dismissed.

Moreover, this visit was accompanied by the wishes of his elder brother, Tribal Chief Ning Yuanhang.

Soon they reached the vicinity of the custody room, with Mr. Sayyibun pausing in his steps at each cell they passed.

As they reached the end, with only the last room left, the Deputy Director’s heart finally settled, "Councilor Ning, regarding this matter..."

The Tribal Chief’s Mansion had mobilized such a response, he too wanted an explanation.

Just at that moment, in front of the last custody room’s bars, Mr. Sayyibun stopped suddenly, and with a single glance, his legs came together as he stood with his hands at his sides, bowing deeply at a respectful ninety degrees with a voice like a tolling bell, "Tan Sri, I have seen."

Deputy Director: "???"

Tan Sri what?

Ning Yuanyang’s expression showed a trace of surprise as he quickly stepped forward, asking in a low voice, "Have you found him?"

Mr. Sayyibun did not answer, maintaining his deep bow.

Only then did a voice emerge from the custody room, with Li Qiao’s faint, indistinct tone, "Uncle Sa, no need for such formality."