After changing into summer clothes, the envoys from Northern Qi arrived in the capital.
Completely different from the arrogant and domineering delegation last year, this time the Northern Qi delegation entered the capital of Jing Dynasty in a low-key manner, first paid homage to the emperor of Jing Dynasty, and came with great respect and sincerity.
Knowing that the Northern Qi delegation had arrived, the common people came out of their homes and stood on both sides of the road. Some people shouted loudly, "The Jing Dynasty has won, the Northern Qi has surrendered, and we are proud of it."
The people behind him echoed loudly, "Jing Dynasty wins, Northern Qi surrenders, we are proud of it."
The cheers of the people were deafening.
The Northern Qi delegation was utterly humiliated. If it weren't for the Jing Dynasty soldiers accompanying them, the common people would have thrown stones, chopped vegetable leaves, and rotten eggs.
The hatred towards Northern Qi was deep in their bones. Even children would grit their teeth when they heard about Northern Qi.
The Northern Qi delegation, led by the Third Prince, respectfully submitted a petition requesting an audience with the Emperor. The Emperor was delighted, as proud as he was now, having suffered so much humiliation before.
The emperor deliberately said he was busy and asked the delegation to stay in the guild hall first and wait for an audience tomorrow.
As arrogant as Northern Qi was before, it is now in such a mess. If you want to see the Emperor of Jing Dynasty, you can no longer do so as you wish. You have to submit a memorial and wait for the summons.
Whoever caused them to lose the battle and submit a letter of surrender is inferior to others.
When they arrived at the guild hall, the officials from the Ministry of Rites were completely cold-faced and arranged for the treatment of the lower state. The Northern Qi envoys were unhappy, but they couldn't say anything. It was their fault for the defeat and the capture of the three princes.
This battle was a humiliating one for Northern Qi.
The third prince did not want to see the three captured princes at all. He felt that they had brought shame to Northern Qi and were useless.
The third prince was furious at being treated coldly by the emperor and officials of Jing Dynasty. He wished that his three brothers would die in Jing Dynasty so that no one would compete with him for the throne.
On the other hand, the officials of the Ministry of Rites, ever since they received the news of the Jing Dynasty's great victory, have been practicing their rhetoric, determined to return the humiliation they had suffered over the years. During the negotiations, they wanted to get back double what they had lost.
These days, the people of Jingchao are celebrating like it's New Year. They come out every day to sing and dance and shout slogans, especially running to the guild hall to shout.
Linlang noticed that her patients were fewer. "Are they all waving flags, shouting, singing and dancing to celebrate?"
During these past two days, people often passed by, holding flags, dancing the yangge, and shouting slogans. Two medicine boys from the Renhe Clinic joined in the parade, and each time they returned, they would vividly describe the event to Linlang and the other doctors.
When Mo'er followed Amu to pick up Linlang, he said regretfully, "It's a pity that I'm a prince, otherwise I would have participated in the parade. It's such a joyful event, but I can't participate. It's such a pity."
Seeing the people marching and hearing their slogans, Mo'er's blood boiled and he wanted to join in. Amu reasoned with him and he finally gave up the idea.
Amu smiled and said, "We can go and watch the negotiations."
"Really? That's great." Mo'er could imagine how intense the negotiations would be and was looking forward to them starting. He had to prepare well.
Linlang wanted to go and see the grand meeting between the two countries, but unfortunately she was a woman and couldn't go. "If you see it, it's the same as me seeing it. You must tell me in detail when you come back."
Mo'er patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will listen carefully, watch carefully, and tell you what happened inside when I come back."
Linlang smiled, "Okay, thank you Mo'er."
The third prince of Northern Qi and the delegation waited in the guild hall for two days before they were summoned by the emperor. Of course, the emperor was still very enthusiastic for the sake of appearance. He asked them if they were used to living there and told them to let him know if they needed anything.
The Northern Qi delegation and others were very upset with the treatment they received. Isn't asking these questions just rubbing salt into their wounds?
Even if they were not used to it, even if they had many needs that they did not dare to mention, they still had to say, "Thank you, His Majesty, the Emperor of Jing Dynasty, for your concern. We are staying well, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites have made complete preparations."
"That's good, that's good." The emperor said cheerfully, "I know you want to see the three princes. Don't worry, we have always treated them with great courtesy since they came to Jing Dynasty. I will let you go and meet them now."
When the third prince of Northern Qi and the envoys went to visit the three princes, they thought they would be skinny, but unexpectedly they were even fatter than before in Northern Qi.
The Emperor of Jing Dynasty was indeed very courteous, fearing that they would not have enough to eat, so every meal was filled with delicious fish and meat, prepared by the chef from Jing Dynasty's imperial kitchen.
After a few months of feeding, they became fat.
The third prince of Northern Qi and the envoys were very disappointed. The prisoners of war were in a mood to eat and drink, and even made themselves fat. It was too much.
At this moment, the third prince made up his mind that since these three people could eat and drink, he would let them stay in Jing Dynasty forever.
Seeing the Northern Qi delegation coming, the three princes were very happy. They could finally return to Northern Qi. After the defeat, they wondered if their families would be implicated.
But before he could say anything, the Third Prince of Northern Qi and the envoys turned around and left with cold faces.
“Hey~”
No matter how they shouted, he walked away without looking back, turning a deaf ear to them, and even quickened his pace.
The three of them looked at each other and saw each other's concern. In order to survive, they had to meet Emperor Jingchao.
The three men met with the emperor in secret and sold a lot of things in order to return to Northern Qi alive. The emperor was very satisfied. Everyone got what they needed.
The day of the negotiations between the two countries soon arrived. Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War were ready and entered the negotiation hall with the Northern Qi envoys.
Not only did Amu and Moer get up early, change into the official robes of the Ministry of Rites clerks, and follow him into the negotiation hall, they also waited quietly by the side for the negotiations to begin.
Not only the court officials were concerned about this negotiation, but all the people of Jing Dynasty were waiting for good news.
However, negotiations cannot be completed in one day. It may take several days to reach a consensus. After all, both countries have their own bottom lines that cannot be crossed.
Among the envoys were officials who had participated in the negotiations seven years ago and were old acquaintances of the officials from the Ministry of Rites. As soon as both sides sat down, the officials from the Jing Dynasty suddenly became sharp when they saw their old acquaintances, and began to glare at them and make sarcastic remarks.
For the first time, Amu and Mo'er saw how eloquent and expressive the officials of the Ministry of Rites were. It turned out that hooligans are not to be feared, but hooligans with culture are to be feared.
At first, the Northern Qi envoys were tolerant, but later they could not bear it anymore. The officials from the Ministry of Rites cursed too harshly and unpleasantly, so they stood up in resistance and cursed back.
So, Amu and Mo'er saw officials from both sides cursing at each other like shrews in the street, and the curses were very ugly. In the end, the two sides actually started fighting.
However, the officials of the Ministry of Rites of the Jing Dynasty were more prepared. They had not cut their fingernails for several days and scratched the envoys from the Northern Qi Dynasty until their faces and backs of their hands were covered with blood.
Amu and Mo'er were stunned. A member of the Northern Qi envoy group staggered back in front of them. The two looked at each other, raised their fists, and decided to fight first.
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