The Baiyue official, barely suppressing his anger, explained, "Please rest assured, my lord has prepared a superior palace for the delegation, which will surely satisfy you."

After much trouble, the group finally arrived at the inn. It was indeed a magnificent, golden hall, but Chu Ping immediately scoffed upon entering: "This is it? It's not even as big as my chicken coop!"

"Exactly, exactly!" Wang Pen chimed in, "Even a random storage room in our Epang Palace is more magnificent than this! You guys really don't take the Qin Dynasty seriously at all!"

The Baiyue official's face darkened further, but he still managed to hold back his outburst.

After all, this was a diplomatic occasion, and we couldn't easily offend the Qin delegation.

Zhang Erhe quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Thank you all for your trouble. We'll rest for the night and pay our respects to your king tomorrow."

After the Baiyue people left, he lowered his voice and said, "You guys, take it easy. Don't offend them too much right from the start."

"General, have you forgotten the Grand Commandant's instructions?" Chu Ping chuckled. "Haven't we found a perfect excuse? There'll be plenty of fun to watch when we see Yi Yusong tomorrow!"

"That's right!" Wang Pen chimed in, "You wouldn't believe it, I've already planned it all out. Tomorrow when I see Yi Yusong, I'll tell him that his dragon throne is too high, making our Qin delegation look short..."

"I have an idea too," Old Dong said mysteriously. "I'll just say their tea isn't hot enough, and they're trying to poison us..."

Zhang Erhe sighed. These clowns really don't hold back at all; they've only just arrived in Baiyue and they've already started putting on a show.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This was a carefully planned scheme by the wicked man. He wanted to use these guys to provoke the Baiyue people and then find a pretext to teach them a lesson.

Seeing how eager these people were to get started, he could only pray silently in his heart: I hope they don't go too far!

As night deepened, the inn was brightly lit.

These lively fellows are still discussing how to cause trouble tomorrow, and they are all full of fighting spirit.

Some said they would smash glassware, some said they would fight with the warriors of the Southern Yue, and some even threatened to directly cause trouble for Yi Yu Song.

The palace in the distance was dimly lit.

Yi Yusong was still busy preparing to meet with the Qin delegation, unaware that a dramatic scene was about to unfold that would drive him mad.

And this is just the beginning!