The cold wind swept across, the snow and wind rolled, and the winter chill in Shengjing became increasingly oppressive.

The sounds of horse hooves and footsteps came one after another, and the white snow was trampled into slippery and mottled mud, looking dirty and messy.

The Mobei envoy sat on a white horse. A gust of cold wind blew. He gathered his cloak with one hand and said with his head tilted, "The wind is particularly noisy today."

The others echoed.

The cold wind blew straight into his clothes. The Mobei envoy sighed softly, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Although the prince is imprisoned, these seven cities are really..."

The man in front of him turned his horse around upon hearing this, his brows raised high, his handsome eyes full of unruly. He looked at him with a disdainful chuckle: "The envoy's physique is getting worse day by day. I don't know what my father Khan is thinking. One Bol, in exchange for seven cities. In my opinion, there is no need for us to come here at all."

"If the Emperor of Apocalypse wants Bol's life, let him take it."

The speaker was Prince Tore, the second son of King Heshuo. Although they were born of the same mother, he had been at odds with Bol since childhood and had never concealed his desire to kill him.

No one was surprised at all when he said such a thing.

There were also a few people who secretly agreed in their hearts.

He was just a prince, not to mention that King Heshuo had more than one prince under him. If he were to exchange seven cities for him, it would be a bad deal...

The Mobei envoy coughed lightly; he also knew this.

But the focus of this trip is not on the prince...

He opened his mouth, and a gust of cold air rushed down his throat, causing him to cough uncontrollably. He coughed and said, "Cough... Prince Torre, why do you say that? Prince Bol is your elder brother after all. Besides, the focus of this trip is to change the dressing."

Torre snorted coldly: "If he hadn't been so stubborn and created an epidemic, how could this have happened?"

He raised his voice, not wanting to say anything more. He whipped his horse whip and sped up towards the city. The others exchanged glances, then had no choice but to speed up and follow behind...

In front of the Shengjing city gate, in addition to the officers and soldiers guarding the city, Jiang Wenjing had also been waiting here for a long time.

As soon as he saw him, Torre's face suddenly changed and he asked sternly: "Why are you here?"

Damn it, shouldn't Jiang Wenjing be staying at the border?!

How can I see this disaster star here?!

Jiang Wenjing raised the corners of his mouth, looking indescribably arrogant and unrestrained. His fiery red cloak fluttered in the cold wind, just like the way Torre saw him when he was on the city wall. Torre narrowed his eyes immediately.

"I'm here to welcome the Mobei delegation on the orders of His Majesty. Prince Torre, it's been a long time since we last met. Are you doing well?"

Jiang Wenjing chuckled, but his words were full of provocation.

Torre: “…”

He fought with Jiang Wenjing many times, and only won by a narrow margin once.

Because of this, most people doubted his ability, but his brother Bol was spared from going to the battlefield because of his father Khan's favoritism, which allowed the conspiracy to defeat Nan Gu several times and won the hearts of the people.

Torre frowned slightly, anger rising in his heart. He turned away without answering.

The people of Mobei naturally had no good feelings towards their enemies on the battlefield, but after all, they came to rescue people and seek medicine. The Mobei envoy hurried forward and said respectfully, "General Jiang, Prince Boer..."

"The prince is naturally fine now."

Jiang Wenjing interrupted him and looked at him with a smile.

The Mobei envoy immediately understood the profound meaning of his words.

It's fine now, but I can't guarantee it will be fine in the future.

His smile froze on his face, and Torre became even more annoyed.

His brother was captured, an epidemic was raging, and he led a delegation to rescue people and exchange medicine in shame, only to be blocked at the city gate by his mortal enemy and humiliated...

His chest heaved violently and his eyes turned red.

The envoy thought to himself that something was wrong. There was another reason why the Khan did not value Tolui, which was that he had bipolar disorder and was very prone to attacks.

Isn’t this current situation a precursor to a bipolar disorder attack?

He quickly changed the subject: "Thank you, General Jiang, for taking us to see the emperor."

Jiang Wenjing nodded slightly, jumped on his horse, and looked at Torre again. He was no longer as excited as before. When he saw the gaze he was looking at, he just snorted coldly.

Jiang Wenjing withdrew his gaze, his eyes deep.

Everyone rode into the city in silence.

…

In the imperial study, the emperor was reviewing memorials while Jiang Zhiyu stood beside him.

Receiving the delegation was originally the job of the Honglu Temple, but after the Thor incident, the emperor was also worried that they were carrying other things that might trigger another wave of epidemic.

There are young fish around you, don't worry.

If they really have any bad intentions, I can take the opportunity to make trouble.

"According to the time, they should enter the palace."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, Fu Ping came in from outside and announced, "Your Majesty, the Mobei delegation requests an audience."

The emperor nodded slightly, and Jiang Wenjing, Tore and the Mobei envoys bent down and entered, kneeling in obeisance.

"Stand up and take a seat."

The emperor put down the memorial in his hand and his expression was calm.

Several people took their seats leisurely.

[Hey, isn't this the firecracker that ignites as soon as it's lit?]

Jiang Wenjing and the emperor paused at the same time.

After realizing what was happening, Jiang Wenjing chuckled, but the emperor was stunned.

Firecrackers? Who?

His eyes wandered between the Mobei envoy and Torre.

Torre: “…”

What's wrong with Emperor Tianqi?

If you don't say anything, what are you looking at?!

Although he was annoyed, he did not lose his mind. He just rolled his eyes secretly and couldn't help frowning.

emperor:"……"

Suddenly I realized.

He looked away.

Although the Mobei envoy was puzzled, he was worried about Prince Thor. Without waiting for the emperor to speak, he couldn't help but speak directly: "Your Majesty, I wonder where Prince Thor is now?"

The emperor raised the corner of his lip slightly, but did not answer. Instead, he said, "You must have been exhausted from the long journey. I'm sure you have seen all sorts of people. What are your thoughts?"

His unexpected message startled the Mobei envoy and Tore, who looked at each other, wondering what he was trying to do.

If it was a greeting, the cold voice clearly didn't sound like a greeting.

After waiting for a moment, seeing the emperor's narrow, deep eyes still fixed on them, the Mobei envoy steeled his resolve and said, "We've been traveling for days and haven't had time to pay attention to our surroundings, but I believe the people must be simple and honest, and live and work in peace and contentment."

"Live and work in peace and contentment?"

The emperor repeated these four words in a low voice and chuckled. Seeing that he seemed very happy, the envoy from Mobei felt relieved and laughed dryly a few times.

Those in power naturally cannot bear to see people under their rule being poorly clothed and hungry.

Just choose the nice things to say.

The emperor looked at the envoy, a smile on his face but no smile in his eyes.

The envoy stared at him blankly, and his dry laughter stopped.

Torre felt something was wrong and frowned slightly. Sure enough, he saw that the smile on the emperor's face disappeared and his expression became gloomy.