The soldiers of Xizhao Kingdom swaggered into the military camp. They looked around with greed in their eyes and couldn't wait to rob property.

The moment they completely entered the military camp, Wei Che suddenly drew out his sword and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

In an instant, the soldiers who were ambushing all around appeared one after another, and thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the soldiers of Xizhao Kingdom were immediately thrown into chaos.

The soldiers walking in front accidentally stepped into the trap and let out screams.

The soldier with a face full of flesh shouted in fear: "Oh no, we've fallen into a trap! Retreat quickly!"

However, the retreat route had already been blocked by chevaux de frise and tripwires.

Su Huaiyue seized the opportunity, opened the bottle of drugs in his hand, and threw it hard towards the enemy.

The drug instantly spread in the air, and many Xizhao soldiers fell to the ground unconscious after inhaling it.

Wei Che saw that the man lying in front of him looked familiar, so he squatted down to identify him carefully.

Su Huaiyue came up at this time, "What's wrong?"

"This man... looks like Mingyu, the third prince of Xizhao." Wei Che searched his memory. "I heard that the third prince of Xizhao is good at fighting. He went to the battlefield at the age of twelve and became a famous figure. He was given a title. However, he is quite arrogant. I just wanted to capture some soldiers, but I didn't expect him to come along."

Su Huaiyue laughed heartily. "This is not bad. I originally wanted to take a group of soldiers as prisoners, but now here comes an official, a prince at that. Using these people to force Xizhao to withdraw its troops and sign a truce agreement, wouldn't that be more powerful?"

Wei Che nodded slightly, a sly glint in his eyes, and said to Su Huaiyue, "You are absolutely right. The Third Prince is indeed a good card. However, he has a special status and a proud and conceited personality. We must think of a comprehensive method that can make him cooperate obediently without making him feel embarrassed."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yiming strode over and said anxiously, "General Wei, why are you still nagging him? Just lock him up and send someone to send a letter to the Western Zhao Kingdom. If he doesn't agree to withdraw his troops and sign a contract, he'll be beheaded!"

Wei Che waved his hand and patiently explained, "Deputy General Yun, we can't be reckless in this matter. The Third Prince holds a high position in the Western Zhao Kingdom. If we handle the situation improperly, it could anger the Western Zhao Kingdom and trigger a larger-scale war. Our goal is to achieve long-term peace on the border, not to intensify conflict."

Su Huaiyue stroked her chin and said after a moment's thought, "I have an idea. We can first treat the Third Prince with courtesy, letting him feel our sincerity. Then, we can reason with him and explain the current situation. Although he may be conceited, he is not stupid. I believe he will understand the interests involved."

Wei Che nodded in agreement. "Huai Yue's plan is excellent. First, place the Third Prince in the tent and assign someone to guard him. Make sure he's safe and comfortable."

The soldiers quickly carried the unconscious Third Prince Mingyu into the tent. When he slowly regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by soldiers from the Southwestern Army. He immediately flew into a rage: "How dare you, despicable people, plot against this prince! If you don't let me go, the Western Zhao Kingdom's cavalry will surely crush your camp!"

Wei Che walked into the tent slowly, a gentle smile on his face. "Third Prince, please don't be angry. We have no ill intentions. We just want to seek a way to coexist peacefully with the Xizhao Kingdom."

Ming Yu snorted coldly, "Peace? You set up a trap like this and captured this prince. Is this what you call peace?"

Su Huaiyue also entered the tent and said softly, "Third Prince, please calm down. Now that you've been captured, if the Western Zhao Kingdom rashly attacks, do you think they will disregard your safety? If this war breaks out, the people of both countries will suffer."

Mingyu's expression changed slightly when he heard this. Although he felt unwilling, he had to admit that Su Huaiyue was right. After a moment of silence, he said, "What do you want?"

Wei Che said sternly, "We hope that Xizhao will withdraw its troops and sign a truce with us. From now on, our two countries will live in peace and not invade each other. As long as your country agrees, we will let you go back immediately."

Mingyu frowned, secretly weighing the pros and cons. Just then, a commotion erupted outside the tent. A soldier hurried in, panicking, "General Wei, the Western Zhao Kingdom has sent an envoy, requesting to negotiate with us!"

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

The envoy from the Western Zhao Kingdom walked in with big strides and an air of arrogance. He was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and wore a jade pendant around his waist that showed his status. Every step he took was accompanied by an arrogant rhythm.

As soon as he entered the tent, his gaze was like two sharp knives, cutting through everyone one by one, and finally landing on the imprisoned Third Prince Mingyu.

He nodded slightly, a seemingly casual gesture that was full of signals from a superior to his subordinates.

Then, the messenger turned around abruptly, his posture straight, his hands behind his back, his eyes like torches, staring straight at Wei Che, his voice icy and piercing, as if wrapped in the wind and snow of winter.

"How dare you imprison the Third Prince of Xizhao! If you have any sense, release him immediately and offer a generous compensation. Otherwise, the cavalry of Xizhao will crush your military camp in no time!"

As he spoke, his chin was slightly raised, his nostrils almost pointed to the sky, and his arrogance seemed to set the entire tent on fire.

Wei Che's expression was as calm as water. He took a step forward calmly, folded his arms, and steadily met the envoy's aggressive gaze. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the tent like a bell.

"Mr. Envoy, please don't rush to threaten me. Who is so bold as to cross the border without authorization and provoke us, attempting to infringe our southwestern border?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand gracefully, his movements clean and neat, like a general commanding thousands of troops.

A soldier immediately trotted forward and presented an exquisite wooden box.

Wei Che reached out and slowly opened the box, inside which were neatly arranged the intercepted Xizhaoguo correspondence and the testimonies of several eyewitnesses.

"These evidences are sufficient to prove that it was your Xizhao soldiers who initiated the provocation. We were merely acting in self-defense, and setting a trap was an act of helplessness."

Wei Che's voice was firm and confident, and every word was like a nail, firmly nailed to the ground.

As he spoke, he looked at the messenger with a firm gaze, as if telling him that the evidence was as strong as a mountain and could not be questioned.

The messenger's face instantly turned extremely ugly, first pale, then suddenly red. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he was a man who had seen the world, after all, and he quickly regained his composure. He snorted coldly, and a puff of heavy air blew out of his nostrils: "These are just your one-sided words. Who knows if they are forged?"

As he spoke, he touched his chin with his hand, trying to hide his inner uneasiness.