Murong Shuo had expected Sikong Zhan to bring this up, and he said confidently:

"Prince Jingnan may have misunderstood this matter. In our Nanzhao, a fair fight between two men and women is a very common thing. My sister admires Princess Jingnan's elegance and grace and simply wants to meet her. She has no intention of causing trouble for Princess Jingnan."

Sikong Zhan snorted, "A princess of such a dignified country, to invite someone to meet you by smashing their carriage is truly eye-opening for me. I have lived on the border of Nanzhao for many years, and I had no idea that Nanzhao was such a barbaric place."

Didn't Murong Shuo want to shirk responsibility? He wanted to see how he would shirk responsibility now! If he dared to shirk responsibility, it would mean that he admitted that Nanzhao was a barbarian land!

Murong Shuo sighed slightly, "This Crown Prince only has this one sister, and our mother only has this one daughter, Huan'er. Huan'er has been raised in our love and affection since she was a child. She is indeed a bit straightforward, but she means no harm. I hope Prince Jingnan will forgive her."

"You call this straightforward?" Sikong Zhan was surprised, then laughed.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. When I return today, I will send someone to the inn to invite the princess out for an audience. If my men are too straightforward and accidentally smash your carriage or something, please don't be offended."

After saying this, he left without even looking at the people present, extremely arrogantly.

A moment of viciousness flashed across Murong Shuo's face. He knew that Sikong Zhan always kept his word. Knowing that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, he gave his confidant a look.

A group of officials from the Honglu Temple in charge of foreign affairs in Donglin hurried out to smooth things over, and the Golden Palace became lively again. Murong Shuo found an excuse to let his confidants leave the palace.

Half an hour later, before the people Murong Shuo had sent from the palace returned to the inn, people from Prince Jingnan's Mansion went to the inn to "invite" Princess Nanzhao to come out and meet them. Their attitude was so arrogant! Murong Huan was already unhappy, and someone unexpectedly came to cause trouble, so he rushed out with a whip in hand.

The two sides started fighting without saying a few words.

The fighters sent by Sikong Zhan were all top-notch. They came here not to fight but to destroy the Nanzhao delegation's things.

After a while of banging noises, the Nanzhao delegation's carriage and some precious items were smashed to pieces.

The leader Tang Xun waved his hand, and everyone left quickly, leaving Murong Huan in a mess.

Murong Shuo was discussing some matters with the emperor, and the two sides were arguing over some specific matters of the peace talks. Murong Huan came into the palace crying and ran to the emperor to complain that Sikong Zhan had sent people to smash her carriage and her belongings. She cried so hard that her eyes were filled with pity.

The confidant sent by Murong Shuo also followed the princess into the palace, quietly walked to his side, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The emperor was displeased with Murong Shuo's tough attitude. Moreover, even if he disliked Sikong Zhan, it was their country's business. Facing Nanzhao's people, he naturally had to protect his country's reputation. Moreover, Nanzhao was the one who started the matter first. The emperor was not willing to listen to Murong Huan's accusations and his face darkened.

"Princess, you tried to smash Princess Jingnan's carriage at the city gate earlier, scaring her inside. Consider this matter a draw between you two, and don't mention it again."

How could Murong Huan agree to this? "But I didn't even get her carriage, and how could her rented carriage compare to my Nanzhao's? They also smashed so many of my Nanzhao's precious things! How can this be even?!"

Yan Deyu, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Inspectorate, laughed heartily and said to his colleague next to him:

"Yesterday, my neighbor came to my house to complain. They said my eldest grandson and his youngest son were playing together, and for some reason they started fighting. My grandson hit his youngest son, and his face was swollen. I found my grandson and asked him about it. I found out that it was the neighbor's youngest son who started the fight. Because my grandson has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he won the fight, and won beautifully. The neighbor is not giving up and is now sitting in my living room. What do you think is the best way to resolve this situation?"

The censors were very vocal and immediately echoed:

"The one who started it is now licking his face and coming to complain. He is really not afraid of losing face."

"That's right, he was the one who started the fight. If he had won, it would have been fine. But he was not as skilled as the other person and lost. If it were me, I would have quickly taken my son home and hidden him to avoid embarrassing him."

"Some people just don't know what they're capable of. If it were you, I'd just give your neighbor a good scolding and yell back."

…

A group of people were making innuendos and slandering each other. Although Murong Huan was unruly, he was not stupid. He soon understood what was going on and started to act unruly. He took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears and stopped crying.

"You Donglin people are bullying others by relying on your numbers!"

"Princess, what are you talking about? I just encountered a problem and asked my colleagues for advice. How did I bully you?" Yan Deyu quickly distanced himself from the issue and smiled and bowed to the imperial censors beside him.

"Thank you all for your advice. I will send that neighbor away when I get home today, and my house will be a little quieter."

The ministers from Donglin felt so proud that they almost laughed out loud.

Murong Huan's teeth were about to break as he looked at the emperor in the east with grievance.

The emperor frowned and looked at Yan Deyu.

"Lord Yan, please don't bring your family's private affairs to the court from now on."

"I obey your order." Yan Deyu held the court board with a serious face, not at all like he had just ridiculed a little girl.

"You, you guys..." Murong Huan stamped his feet in anger and looked at Murong Shuo for help.

"Second brother..."

Murong Shuo hadn't expected Sikong Zhan to act so quickly, and he didn't have time to stop him. This was all a blatant plot by the King of Jingnan, telling him he was going to mess things up, and leaving him no time to prepare. He couldn't find a good excuse to go after him when he wanted to.

He had previously protected his own sister, and now the Emperor of Donglin was protecting his own ministers. If he really wanted to take the opportunity to make Sikong Zhan suffer, he would probably have to punish his own sister first.

No matter how you look at it, he's the one who's at a disadvantage. If he doesn't pursue it, he'll lose face, and his sister might even keep nagging him. If he does, his earlier defense will become a joke. This Sikong Zhan is really going to cause him trouble.

The emperor also saw the dilemma facing Prince Nanzhao. After all, the peace talks had not yet been finalized, and he did not want to embarrass him, so he offered him a way out:

"This is nothing more than a little girl's play. It's inappropriate to damage the harmony between the two countries. Since both sides are at fault, I will make the decision. I, Nanzhao, will compensate the princess for half of her losses."