The Seventeenth Prince was captured by foreigners. These foreigners discovered that he was the Seventeenth Prince of the Qing Dynasty. After discussing the matter, they took the Seventeenth Prince back with them.

The situation was dire, but Seventeenth Master remained relatively calm. He had intended to memorize the route on the way to be taken away, but the enemy covered his glasses with a black cloth.

This method of remembering the route won't work anymore.

"Come on, hurry up, and don't try anything funny, or you'll regret it!"

The soldier escorting the Seventeenth Prince kicked him in the shin as a show of defiance.

With his vision obscured by a black cloth, and now in dire straits and dressed in prison clothes, Seventeenth Master gritted his teeth and stubbornly remained silent.

"Oh, you're pretty tough, aren't you? Let's see how much backbone you have later," the outsider mocked.

Their soldiers fought on the border year-round, often facing death, unlike the pampered princes of the Qing Dynasty.

The soldier spat on the Seventeenth Prince's clothes, waved his hand, and said arrogantly, "Let's go, take the Qing prince to the royal tent to receive his reward."

"Wang Zhang, are they going to take me to see the person in charge?"

The Seventeenth Master remained calm, but in his heart he tried his best to recall the path he had walked.

Soon, they took him into the tent, which must have been the king's tent.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, I have captured the seventeenth prince of the Qing Dynasty and brought him here to obey your orders."

"Oh? The seventeenth prince of the Qing Dynasty? Bring him in," the person inside said.

"yes."

"Walk."

Seventeenth Master felt himself being pushed into the tent.

The soldiers felt a sense of pride. Although this man was just an unimportant seventeenth prince, he was still the seventeenth prince of the Qing Dynasty, and the fact that he could capture such a hostage showed his strength.

At this moment, the Seventeenth Prince was brought in with his hands tied behind his back.

"Heh, he really is a big shot. Men, take off his black cloth."

Upon hearing the person above speak, the black cloth covering Seventeenth Master's face was quickly removed, and the blinding white light took him a while to adjust before he opened his eyes.

Looking up, he saw a foreigner sitting on a bearskin chair, an extremely handsome man sitting to his left, and a man in black sitting next to him.

Strangely, this man in black was wearing a mask on foreign territory. Seventeenth Master recalled Fourth Master's comment about someone among the enemies who was very familiar with the Qing army; it must be him!

The man on the bearskin chair suddenly stood up and roared, "Now that you are a prisoner, why don't you kneel down!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the seventeenth prince was kicked hard in the leg by the soldier imprisoning him, who wanted to force him to kneel.

He was bound with his hands behind his back, but he gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down, remaining extremely determined.

The Seventeenth Prince said, "I am the Seventeenth Prince of the Great Qing Dynasty. Why should I kneel before a foreigner? Dream on."

He was a prince of the Qing Dynasty, and he would never kneel before the enemy!

The adult sitting on the bearskin chair, the Great Khan, suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter upon hearing the Seventeenth Prince's reply.

"Hahahaha... You won't kneel down just because you're a prince of the Qing Dynasty? But you are now a prisoner of the Great Khan! Guards, make him kneel down!"

The seventeenth prince gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

He knew he was now their prisoner, and even the prince was a prisoner, but the spirit of the Qing Dynasty could not be lost!

On the other side of the chair, the masked man in black said to the person sitting on the bearskin chair, "Great Khan, it doesn't matter whether he kneels or not. Now that we have the Seventeenth Prince, we can negotiate with the Qing army."