Chapter 463: Raising an army to question the culprit

The hall was in a dead silence, and everyone held their breath.

The elders' faces were livid, and it took them a long time to recover. One of them raised a finger and stammered, "You, you, such behavior! It's simply a shame for the Southern Dragons!"

Kasas stood up and looked at the person who spoke, his eyebrows slightly curved: "Elder Gongta, you are old, don't get angry, I won't say anything, by the way, how is little Amusa? I heard that he was shot by an arrow in the hunting ground last time, and he is still bedridden?"

He sighed with regret: "It's a pity that the witch doctor is not here, otherwise little Amusa would not have suffered such a crime."

His tone sounded very sincere, but the faces of the few people who saw the inside story changed slightly.

Gongta glared, and the veins on his forehead bulged with his heavy breathing.

He said in a rough voice: "Your Highness, why do you have to act like this? Didn't you shoot the arrow that hit Amusa? If you hadn't refused to hand over the antidote, how could Amusa not wake up until now!"

Casas blinked his eyes: "Really? Did I shoot it?"

"You!"

Before Gongta finished speaking, the snake on the elder's cane hissed softly. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he swallowed the words reluctantly.

"Don't be disrespectful to the prince," the elder said in a cold voice, and turned to Jiang Wenjing and Jiang Zhiyu: "Excuse me, both of you. Please wait a moment, the king will be here soon."

Casas had walked to an empty seat on the side without knowing when, and knocked on the table with his hands impatiently: "Benefactor, benefactor, come here."

Before Jiang Wenjing could sort out his thoughts, Jiang Zhiyu pulled him over to sit down.

"Your benefactor has just arrived, so he probably doesn't know much yet," Casas leaned close to Jiang Zhiyu's ear and whispered, "The one who just spoke was the Great Elder, who is the person with the highest status in Nanlong except for the king and the high priest. He is similar to your Prime Minister of Tianqi."

"Gongta is in charge of sacrificial affairs, and has a hot temper. His sons and daughters all died on the battlefield. Amusa is his only relative who is still alive, his grandson."

Casas sighed as he spoke.

"The ones supporting him over there are Elder Shan Tai, Elder Sli, and Elder Ames," Casas curled his lips, "These people are very boring, don't bother with them."

"The elder Gongta just now said that you shot his grandson with an arrow?"

Jiang Zhiyu said.

"Just teach him a lesson. The sacrifice will be held in a few days. If I don't find him something to do, he will stare at me and say this is wrong and that is wrong."

His tone sounded a little aggrieved: "The drug is not fatal, and there is no need for an antidote. He will wake up by himself after sleeping through the sacrifice."

"Don't tell him. If he knows, he won't worry anymore and may become even more powerful than before."

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing looked at each other.

"Oh," he suddenly shouted again and stood up hurriedly: "I was so busy chatting with you that I forgot to go see my brother and sister. My two benefactors, I will leave you for a while."

He walked out barefoot.

Jiang Wenjing tapped his fingers on the table, and Jiang Zhiyu rested his hands on the table, squinting.

Not long after, the King of Nangong finally arrived. He was late, but his stomach was full.

Everyone bowed slightly. The King of Nangong waved his hand and looked at Jiang Wenjing and Jiang Zhiyu who were motionless.

"Although you two are envoys of Tianqi, since you have come to Nangong, you should abide by the rules of Nangong."

With a "pop", Jiang Wenjing put the sword on the table, his sharp eyes like a hunting falcon, revealing a cold light.

"The purpose of coming to Nangong this time has been told in the letters between the two parties," Jiang Wenjing paused slightly, and then said word by word: "The purpose is to raise an army to punish the culprit."

When these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked.

The King of Nangong had a gloomy face.

Someone stood up and shouted, "How dare you speak rudely here, you little brat!"

Others were also talking.

The Great Elder was sitting upright, calm and collected, but when he saw Jiang Zhiyu put the very familiar brocade box on the table, his pupils shrank.

He tried to smooth things over, saying, "Don't get angry, everyone. Listen to the envoy's words before making a decision."

Everyone still heard his words, and although they all blushed, they calmed down.

Jiang Wenjing continued, "When Prince Marzaha of your country first came to our Tianqi, we Tianqi treated him with great courtesy and did our best in every aspect. This can be seen in the letter that Marzaha sent back to Nanlong. The words were bold, so I will not elaborate on them. You all know it well."

Everyone's eyes flashed.

"Later, we found out that he was wantonly killing our people on our soil and using their flesh and blood to feed the insects. According to our divine laws, this person should be put to death soon, but considering that he is not a citizen of our divine country, Your Majesty was wise and put him in jail first. Unfortunately, after he was put in jail and suffered some injuries, he was attacked by the insects."

"It's inevitable that evil will be rewarded with evil."

The people of Southern Dragon: "..."

[What a curse! 】

Hearing Jiang Zhiyu's voice, Jiang Wenjing smiled slightly and continued: "We haven't sorted out the relevant matters yet, and your country has sent envoys here again. We have forgiven the past and treated them with sincerity, but what did you do?"

Thinking of the reasons why Erzhu Huaji and Tudola were sent back, the people of Nangong felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Wenjing's sharp eyes scanned every corner, appearing calm and cautious: "The prince and princess of your country are helping the traitors and thieves to rebel!"

"There is no need to elaborate on all these. My sister and I came here only to punish them. I wonder how King Nanlong will give Tianqi an explanation?"

The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. King Nanlong looked at the elder. The elder looked calm and said calmly: "After asking the prince and princess about this matter, Nanlong will give Tianqi a satisfactory explanation."

Jiang Wenjing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Things should always be done step by step. It is better to be too late than too late.

So Jiang Wenjing did not speak, which was considered as tacit agreement.

If they continued to be tough, there was no guarantee that the Southern Dragons would not be desperate. Anyway, no matter what they planned, it was an indisputable fact that Erzhu Huaji and Tudola had personally attacked them in the palace.

They would definitely die.

Seeing that Jiang Wenjing and Jiang Zhiyu did not say anything, the Great Elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even strangely felt a little fortunate.

His tone softened a bit: "The place you two are staying has been arranged. Someone will take you there later. We have prepared a banquet tonight to welcome you. Please take a rest."

Jiang Wenjing and Jiang Zhiyu followed the Nanlong girl who led the way.

When their figures disappeared completely, there was a "bang" in the hall, and the pot exploded.

"So arrogant! We Nanlong will never let it

go!" "What do you think? Now they have caught us!"

"But their attitude... Alas."