The day for the hostage exchange arrived quickly. Early in the morning, the Thirteenth Prince ordered his men to search the location thoroughly, setting traps where necessary and hiding people where appropriate. Early that morning, the Thirteenth Prince got up and sat by the bed, wiping his sword several times. When his men came in, he was talking to himself while facing his sword: "The Seventeenth Prince dares to make a move. He'd better be lucky today and survive my sword."

The subordinate bowed respectfully and said to the Thirteenth Master, "Master, it's time to set off."

"Let's go!" the Thirteenth Master said, flicking his sleeve.

The hostage exchange location was chosen in a small basin surrounded by high mountains. When Thirteenth Master arrived there, the other party had not yet arrived. He squinted as he scanned the high walls on all sides, his brow furrowed. His subordinate understood and whispered in his ear, "Master, the people have already been arranged."

"Fine, let's make sure they don't leave alive today," the Thirteenth Prince sneered. The majesty of the Qing Dynasty was sacred and inviolable; he would never forgive Giroud for daring to offend a Qing prince.

Thirteenth Master waited for a while, but still no one came with Giru. He stretched out his hand, and his subordinate immediately handed him a monocular telescope.

Thirteenth Master looked around through his binoculars, but still couldn't see anyone. His brow furrowed deeper, and a profound emotion settled in his eyes. Were they hiding, or did they simply have no sense of time?

"Come here." The Thirteenth Prince tossed the binoculars to his subordinate and beckoned to the soldier standing beside him. The soldier ran over to give the Thirteenth Prince his luggage, but the Thirteenth Prince waved his hand and said, "Alright, come closer."

He whispered a few words in the soldier's ear, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Understood?"

"yes."

"Go."

The soldiers had barely left when Giru and the man in black jumped out. Thirteenth Master raised an eyebrow slightly. Judging from their elusive appearance, they'd definitely been hiding here for some time. Why such a sudden appearance? Did they really think he was brainless?

No matter what he thought to himself, Thirteenth Master wouldn't completely break ties with Giru before rescuing Seventeen. He put on a smile, rode his horse a few steps forward, and while confirming that Seventeen was unharmed, said warmly, "The weather is nice today, and I am very happy to be able to have a chat."

"Happy? Your brother is still in my hands, what is there to be happy about?" Giru laughed loudly, but his tone was contemptuous.

Thirteenth Master calmly responded: "If my brother were lost, I certainly wouldn't be able to laugh. But I met you; you've come to return Seventeen to me. Seeing you only makes me happier."

Giroud looked him up and down and praised him, "You're quite the talker. Why don't you come with me? I'll bestow upon you the most beautiful maiden."

The most beautiful girl? How many beautiful girls were there in the Qing Dynasty? Didn't Giroud find it ridiculous to say such a thing? After a moment of indignation, the Thirteenth Prince said seriously, "Girl, our Seventeenth Prince and your country's General Abahai are similar in status, but they are both reckless. They can get lost even while walking, causing us two a lot of trouble. But there's nothing we can do about it, don't you think?"

“Since Thirteenth Master is so sincere, I’m willing to trust him. Let’s release them together and let them leave at the same time, how about that?” Giroud stroked his chin and nodded in agreement.

Thirteenth Master waved to his men, who carried Abahai forward, and the same thing happened on the other side.

Finally, Abahai and the Seventeenth Prince's bound hands were untied, and they walked face to face toward their respective camps.