"Furthermore, in certain territorial disputes, such as the island at sea, the sovereignty claim should be withdrawn immediately."
Upon hearing this, the Japanese emperor flew into a rage, his short, stout body suddenly standing up, pacing irritably back and forth in the hall.
"What? We're going to give up our sovereignty claims? That island is a crucial fortress for us to keep the Dragon Kingdom out of the deep sea. How can we just give it up so easily?"
"Does Maruko Aso really want me to become Japan's eternal sinner?"
Still not satisfied, the Japanese emperor kicked a pair of Tang Dynasty polychrome ceramic horses, which he had looted from China, to pieces.
The Japanese emperor has always cherished these two artifacts from the Dragon Kingdom that came to Japan a century ago.
But at this moment, looking at the shattered ceramics, he felt no pity whatsoever.
Faced with the Emperor's outburst of rage, the Minister of Intelligence, though filled with fear, still mustered his courage to offer his advice:
"The Prime Minister said that compared to the risk of the Japanese nation's demise, appropriate concessions are entirely acceptable."
"Besides, that wasn't our territory to begin with. If we continue to entangle ourselves with the Dragon Kingdom, and they take the opportunity to avenge their previous defeat, Japan will also be in danger!"
Upon hearing these words, the Japanese emperor, blinded by anger and resentment, instantly broke out in a cold sweat and calmed down. He then frantically gave the order:
"Then let's do as he says. Also, have him go to China as soon as possible to convey our desire for peace and our willingness to make territorial concessions!"
Seeing the Emperor's sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, the Minister of Intelligence looked embarrassed, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.
What he just said wasn't meant to scare anyone; it was a decision made after an emergency meeting of all cabinet ministers.
If the Emperor stubbornly disagrees and says something inappropriate that angers the Dragon Kingdom, then it will be dangerous.
...
At this time, in a secret military base in the capital of the Dragon Kingdom.
Chu Mo let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead covered in sweat, and couldn't help but mutter excitedly to himself.
"The divine sense of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed powerful. I've finally got it sorted out!"
After speaking, he looked at the burly man in white robes and the old man in black robes, whose expressions were slowly returning to normal from their dazed state, and asked urgently:
"Who are you two? Where do you come from? And what is your purpose?"
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