Gu Qingqiu was drinking while observing the guests.
The two rows on the right side, that is, the guests on our side, were all dressed in strange costus, and even so people’s appearances were clearly of foreign origin. Therefore, there’s a high probability that they are envoys from the barbarians.
Gu Qingqiu glanced back.
Why did those eunuchs arrange us on this side?
Was it because our group included obvious foreigners like Dudek and Chestnut dal?
"Little Qiu Qiu, isn’t this position incorrect for us?"
Xia Hongyao also noticed this issue and whispered: "We’re bona fide People from Jiuzhou, shouldn’t we be sitting across?"
The people opposite should be the Emperor’s favorite ministers, having the privilege to attend this Victory Night Banquet.
"There’s no way, you wouldn’t propose to switch seats, would you?"
Gu Qingqiu sighed, thinking that it’s better to avoid unnecessary trouble at tis like this.
She reckoned it was likely due to their attire that the eunuchs mistook them for barbarian foreigners.
The Emperor, after drinking a few sips of wine and listening to so music, turned his gaze to Lin Baici and the others.
He had grown tired of the previous guests; now with new toys, he was certainly going to have so fun!
However, as the ruler of a nation, the Emperor couldn’t act too arrogant and impolite, directly making them get off the stage and play the clown.
After all, these foreigners have been respectful so far; if it got out that he slighted them, it would tarnish the reputation of this vast country.
"Our Great Qin stands by martial prowess. At a banquet, how can there be no sword?"
The Emperor laughed heartily, his shrewd gaze sweeping across the room, then took off his carry sword and slapped it on the table: "Which of you ministers is willing to perform a sword dance for ?"
"Anyone who satisfies ..."
"Will be rewarded with a sword!"
"Rewarded with ten thousand pieces of gold!"
Wow!
The room stirred sowhat.
"It’s coming! It’s coming!"
Xia Hongyao licked her lips, whispering to Gu Qingqiu: "Isn’t this another case of rule pollution?"
"Can you stay quiet?"
At the adjacent table, Chestnut dal growled, looking disgruntled.
He worried that Xia Hongyao’s small actions would catch the Emperor’s attention, subsequently making things difficult.
Xia Hongyao did not shut up; instead, she teased Chestnut dal: "Aren’t you the Dongying Sword Saint?"
"You should be quite good at sword dancing, right?"
"We’re counting on you!"
Chestnut dal wanted to curse upon hearing this.
Bakayaro!
Do you want to die?
"We long to perform a sword dance for the Emperor, but we have already displayed our talents, and surely the Emperor has grown tired of watching!"
A man wearing a golden crown spoke.
Lin Baici looked over; the man was at least 1.9 ters tall, handso with a jade-like face, slender limbs, wearing a purple robe, possessing an elegant deanor - definitely a handso man.
"Why not let these newly arrived foreigners display their talents for the Emperor!"
The Golden Crown Man glanced at Lin Baici, smiling: "The Emperor has offered generous rewards, so you must seize the opportunity!"
"Seize your mother!"
The group would have cursed openly if they weren’t afraid of being reprimanded by the Emperor.
The Emperor nodded subtly, quite satisfied that the suggestion ca from soone else, far better than saying it himself.
"Why are you hesitating?"
The Golden Crown Man feigned surprise: "Are you unwilling?"
Though this was a simple rhetorical question, since it involved the Emperor, even a second of delay in Lin Baici and the others’ response would be considered treason.
If willing, why hesitate?
"We are willing!"
Wang Helin spoke up.
"Then please!"
The Golden Crown Man chuckled.
The group shot glances at each other before finally settling on Chestnut dal.
This man, carrying the title of Sword Saint, surely had extraordinary swordsmanship.
"Baka!"
Chestnut dal was furious enough to spit blood. Why are you looking at ?
He kept his head down, pretending to be dead.
"Chestnut dal, go on up!"
Xia Hongyao encouraged: "You’re a Dragon Level, what are you afraid of?"
"Am I afraid?"
Chestnut dal was speechless; when it’s ti to fight desperately, he wouldn’t shy away, but the issue now is facing God-level pollution, you have to send a few cannon fodders to test the waters?
Making go on first,
Do you trust
Or want dead quickly?
"Hurry up, don’t keep the Emperor waiting!"
"Sword Saint big guy, we count on you!"
"Co on!"
Everyone cheered him on.
"Hmm, it seems this warrior enjoys everyone’s trust!"
The Golden Crown Man followed the gaze of the crowd to Chestnut dal: "Please step on stage and perform the sword dance for the Emperor!"
"Perform sword!"
"Perform sword!"
"Perform sword!"
Having cleaned up the corpses, the Golden Armor Guards standing along the sides of the hall began roaring.
"I can’t!"
Facing life and death, Chestnut dal abandoned his pride and directly refused, recomnding Lin Baici: "This is the real young hero of our People from Jiuzhou!"
"Whoa, how can you say that?"
Xia Hongyao was amazed.
Isn’t that disregarding your reputation?
The Golden Crown Man and the Emperor looked at Lin Baici.
They weren’t blind; this man was clearly the central figure of this envoy group, naturally kept for the last to play with, otherwise, if killed quickly, what enjoynt would remain?
"Old Chestnut, stop delaying, or everyone will suffer with you!"
Xia Hongyao urged.
"My surna is Chestnut,"
Chestnut dal turned gloomy, knowing he probably couldn’t avoid this hurdle.
"Hmph!"
The Golden Crown Man let out a cold snort: "Procrastinating, not like a man!"
The Emperor looked at Chestnut dal, smiling without joy, asking, "Do you have any complaints about ?"
"No!"
Chestnut dal felt the term didn’t express submission sufficiently, quickly adding: "Peasants dare not!"
"Impudent!"
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