"At this mont, extending a hand."
This was also where his confidence to co as an envoy stemd from.
Otherwise, with Chen Dingye’s bloody campaign still fresh, and the white bone pipa made from the thigh bone of a prairie noble in his hand, its sound still eerie and hollow, Que Teqin, no matter how brave, would not co here to die in vain.
Offering his own bones as an instrunt to this mad emperor of the Central Plains.
No...
It’s the forr emperor of the Central Plains.
Now, he was nothing more than an indulgent drunkard, having completely lost his heroism and martial spirit, just a [stray dog]!
Que Teqin scrutinized the monarch seated above.
He had previously had the opportunity to et Chen Dingye; back then, Chen Dingye appeared elegant and ticulous, handso in appearance, carrying the cultured and graceful deanor of the Central Plains people.
In this mont, Chen Dingye’s attire was no longer as refined, far less splendid than during the Grand Ceremony of Chen Country, his deanor sowhat despondent, with thick hair and long beard, often wet from drinking, and his eyes frequently bloodshot.
He just sat there above, holding his wine, watching him.
Chen Dingye laughed aloud: "I previously killed your envoy, and yet you still want to help ?"
Que Teqin respectfully said: "The forr Emperor only killed an envoy, that’s not a significant matter. Presumably, that envoy was disrespectful, angering the forr Emperor of the Central Plains, thus provoking the wrath of the heavens."
"It was his fault, how can it be blad on Your Majesty?!"
Chen Dingye laughed heartily, pointing at him, saying: "Hahaha, you’re quite the sycophant."
"Soone as eloquent as you must lick the Great Khan’s hook quite often, huh? Hahaha!"
"Your skills are good, very good indeed."
Chen Dingye held his wine, laughed rudely, looked around, urging everyone to laugh together, laughter echoing all around. Even though Que Teqin was considered well-cultured among the Turkic nobility, he was provoked, his fists clenched slightly.
A hint of killing intent even arose in his heart.
But looking at Chen Emperor’s side, on both sides sat Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping, both seasoned veterans from the battlefield, staring with sharp gazes, emanating a fierce aura.
These two fierce generals seed ready to pounce at a disagreent.
Beheading Que Teqin to make an instrunt.
Que Teqin remained silent for a mont.
With a flexible bottom line, he put away the killing intent in his heart.
But despite not daring to act out, there was a hint of mockery in his heart at this mont.
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
A monarch, unkempt externally, and rude in words internally.
Chen Dingye, oh Chen Dingye, abandoned the foundation of your ancestors, fled the city, even leaving your own empress and crown prince behind, such a person has indeed beco nothing more than a stray dog, having completely lost the deanor of a monarch.
Just a dog.
Only knowing how to bite aimlessly, a wild dog barking randomly.
Not worth getting angry over such a dog; once all the matters are settled, Chen Dingye should certainly be led with a rope around his neck, paraded like a sheep across the plains, letting everyone see, this is the emperor of the Central Plains.
A surge of ruthlessness in his heart.
Que Teqin’s ntal state cald down, respectfully saying:
"I wonder if Emperor Chen has any intention of forming an alliance with us?"
"So that I, your subordinate, can report back to our Great Khan on the prairie."
Chen Dingye seed indifferent, just waved his hand, shouting: "Alliance? There’s no rush for an alliance, no rush, the gifts? I haven’t even seen what you brought."
"Bring up the gift list."
When the Ritual Eunuch brought up the tribute list, Chen Dingye finished his wine, wiped his hands, eagerly looking at the items on the list, seemingly finding quite a few good things, and only then did the expression on Emperor Chen’s face gradually ease.
Saying: "Not bad, not bad, the Great Khan is thoughtful."
"Co, co, bring up the wine first."
"There’s no need for the envoy to be so anxious, co, bring the fine wine."
The Ritual Eunuch retrieved the fine wine brewed on the prairie from the gifts, Chen Dingye holding the wine vat, drinking with his neck raised, calling it delightful, and after finishing, he seed sowhat lancholic, stroking the luxurious liquor vessel, saying: "When I left Jiangzhou City, I left too fast, too hastily."
"I didn’t even have ti to fetch the fine wine from the inner treasury."
"Upon reaching Zhenbei City, it’s been over a year, I haven’t tasted such good wine since."
"The envoy is thoughtful, tell , how do you plan to help retake the old capital?"
Que Teqin’s disdainful thoughts grew larger inside, yet on the surface, he remained respectful, saying: "Emperor Chen holds the most formidable city in the land, Zhenbei Pass, even if Prince Qin personally leads his troops, without at least ten tis the manpower, he can’t even think of conquering this city."
"Along with loyal ministers and brave generals, with an elite army of two hundred thousand."
"What’s lacking is rely food and logistics."
"The Great Khan is willing to provide these, willing to supply enough logistics, food, and weapons for three hundred thousand n to Emperor Chen."
Chen Dingye’s brows eased slightly, then dissatisfied, said:
"Is it just money and provisions?"
Que Teqin was taken aback, instinctively said: "If Emperor Chen needs archers, we have King Mu Zhahe’s troops, all divine shooters from the prairie capable of shooting eagles, who can be loaned to help Emperor Chen defend the city."
"If needed, as soon as you open the gates, our King of Heavy Cavalry on the prairie, Iron Futu, will ride in and sweep away those rebels for you, protecting you as you return to Jiangzhou City."
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