Chapter 2275 [Shangxie] Letter of Surrender
Before he could finish his words, the messenger was kicked hard in the back of the knee by Lian Tang, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
Qingze stood aside holding his sword, his brows stern as he said,
"The envoy may not know that, given Jinliang's status as a tribute-paying state, you have no right to speak before His Majesty Chiwei."
The messenger stiffened his neck and gritted his teeth to steady himself, and after a while he raised his head to look at the person above him.
His Majesty the Emperor of Chiwei Kingdom, Changsun Chi.
He had heard his name in legends.
Jin Liang's brother country Gumo was once destroyed by Zhang Sunchi, who was the crown prince at that time. The history of him conquering the country with a single sword was constantly praised in the martial arts world of their vassal states. People from all countries almost regarded this man as a devil with a green face, fangs, three heads and six arms.
He had seen this man on the battlefield before. Although he was not as ferocious as a man with a green face and fangs, he looked terrifying in his silver armor and cloak, holding a sword and covered in blood. He had an aura of coldness that was absolutely invincible.
But looking closely today, he doesn't seem to have a fierce look on his face.
On the contrary, he was very handsome, with delicate features and noble bone structure. When he took off his silver armor and put on a black brocade robe, he looked no different from those noble and gentle sons of aristocratic families. It was impossible to imagine him killing gods and Buddhas on the battlefield.
The envoy stared at the emperor with his eyes wide open. Before the emperor could speak, a small object suddenly flew out from the side of the table and hit the envoy's eyes hard.
He immediately screamed in pain, lowered his head and blinked desperately, and finally pinched something out of his eyes. When he put it on his fingertips, he saw that it was actually a fine grain of yellow sand, just one of the countless grains of sand in the desert.
Such a tiny thing can actually be controlled to this extent.
The messenger raised his eyes in horror, but suddenly found that the eye that was shot was swollen.
He then used his other eye to look in the direction where the sand was coming from.
However, just this blurry glance made him immediately look away, not daring to breathe.
If they were impressed by Emperor Chiwei's performance on the battlefield these days and dared not underestimate him, then the person sitting next to him had become a nightmare for all the soldiers of Jinliang.
The emperor looked at his expression of trying to suppress his fear and smiled faintly.
"Your Excellency the Envoy crossed the desert to come to my Chiwei Camp. You couldn't have come just to see what I look like, right?"
The messenger came to his senses after hearing this, took out a scroll from his bosom, presented it with both hands, and said,
"Your Majesty, this is the truce agreement sent by my King Jinliang."
Changsun Chi narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Qingze take the scroll, and then hold it in front of him with both hands.
The messenger beside his ear was still chattering away these nice-sounding words, about how war always makes people's lives miserable, how it all started with a misunderstanding, how it caused millions of losses... He could not hear any of it.
He looked at the scroll in front of him and thought only of the endless days and nights when he was trapped in the deep palace, the assassinations that had never stopped coming from the capital, the dreams he had in his youth, and the blood shed by the soldiers.
He slowly took the scroll and unfolded it slowly.
This is not a truce agreement, it is actually a letter of surrender.
After writing thousands of words, he finally ceded two cities to Chiwei.
The inky handwriting flashed through his mind one after another, as if it was unlocking certain seals on him one by one.
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