Duke Li and Huo Jindao breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason.
The northern barbarians and southern barbarians became more vigilant and watched her with cold eyes.
Xiao Zhixing sat down with his large sword and golden horse, took off his sword and placed it across the table in front of him, leaned back, and gave a seemingly benevolent smile, "You can continue, don't mind me."
An Wuxi and Xiahou Gong exchanged a glance.
An Wuxi spoke up, "Our side adheres to principles, and both sides agree to a ceasefire for two years."
Seeing that Xiao Zhixing remained silent with a stern face, Xiahou Gong continued, "Our side has already expressed our sincerity in seeking peace by providing two holy maidens as part of the dowry. Both sides should cease hostilities and rest for the time being."
Duke Li frowned. "Please understand, both of you, that Dasheng is the victor. You have no right to make such a fuss here. We will never agree to such absurd conditions."
Xiahou Gong nodded, "Then let's continue the negotiations. I can talk with you for a year or two."
He seemed fearless and confident.
An Wuxi dared not be so arrogant, but his words were not soft: "If Dasheng is at war on three fronts, and this drags on any longer, I wonder if your people can still live in peace?"
Huo Jindao sneered, "There's no need for Grand Preceptor An to worry about that. Our country is united as one, and even if it means fighting a single soldier, we will never allow you barbarians to trample on our land!"
Xiahou Gong sneered, "General Huo, you'd better ask your people before you say that. I've heard that some righteous men have already risen up in rebellion. With internal and external troubles, how long can you hold out?"
Xiao Zhixing frowned inwardly. The situation was indeed like this. Without a completely overwhelming victory at the front, it would be difficult to carry out negotiations at the rear.
The enemy knows your weaknesses, and once they bite, they won't let go, especially since these enemies have temporarily united.
Her victory in the Northern State only slowed their advance; they would surely return in two or three years.
All three parties knew that at this point, they could only endure the wrangling and disputes.
The barbarians' ceasefire was a selective, autonomous strategic rest, while the Great Sheng's ceasefire was to gain a respite, like a trapped beast making its final struggle.
It's obvious who's at a disadvantage, so it's no wonder they don't back down.
That's so frustrating.
Xiao Zhixing's gaze turned icy. "Gentlemen, since that's the case..."
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