Having delivered everything he needed to, Ning Ye naturally wouldn't linger. After leaving the caravan behind, he left the border alone with two guards.
Standing atop the city wall, Li Ruochen looked in the direction Ning Ye had gone, and was somewhat surprised, after all, the Turkic delegation was still there.
Could it be that Ning Ye is looking for these Turks, but he can't understand why Ning Ye would want to have any contact with them?
Ning Ye rode his horse to the side of the mission's camp. "I wonder if anyone can understand human language and offer their opinion. If not, then I'll be leaving."
Upon hearing such a clamor, a Turk immediately rushed out, followed by many other Turkic soldiers.
"Who are you? Do you know this is the camp of the Turkic delegation? How dare you get so close? I think you don't want your own head!"
Ning Ye smiled contemptuously, "Your delegation is still here. You must have lost some important people. I do have some information. If you don't want it, I can pretend I was never here."
The man speaking to was the same Turkic warrior who had previously asked the Grand Preceptor if he could go out alone to seek revenge.
Muller squinted and said, "Do you know something? What do you mean by that?"
"I heard that your delegation is run by your so-called Grand Preceptor. Either let me see him now, or I'll turn around and leave right now. I guarantee you'll regret it once I leave."
Muller laughed heartily, "What, you think you can escape from me? I can still talk to you after I capture you."
Muller waved his hand, signaling his men not to make a move. Just then, a shout rang out, "Everyone, stand guard! Quickly, invite my distinguished guest in! What, are you trying to stop my honored guest?"
A man dressed in a white robe, who looked to be at least in his forties, came out. This man was none other than Kunmuri, the Turkic state advisor.
"You must be the Turkic national teacher. You are quite different from these brainless fellows."
Kunmuli said with a smile, "This young master must have come from afar. Please come in quickly. I have some excellent mare's milk wine in my tent, and I just need someone who knows its value to taste it."
Ning Ye dismounted, with his two guards following closely behind. Under the watchful eyes of the Turkic soldiers, Ning Ye calmly walked into the largest tent.
Kunmuli immediately followed and said, “Young master, you must be the one who captured our prince. We can do without the princess, but His Highness must return safely.”
Ning Ye said calmly, "Why do I feel like there's a hint of threat in your words? Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"
A cold glint flashed in Kunmuli's eyes. How long had it been since he had felt contempt since he took this position?
However, since he had already reached this point, he couldn't let a few words affect him. "Look, I forgot, didn't I? I invited you over for drinks, so I'll get you some."
Soon, Kunmuli took out a very exquisite pot of mare's milk wine, which was already quite valuable just by looking at the pot.
Kunmu even poured Ningye a glass of fine wine.
Ning Ye picked up his wine glass and examined the wine inside. "Grand Preceptor, I'm afraid this sip of wine might endanger my life. If so, I absolutely dare not drink it."
"Young master, you jest. You are a wise man. If I wanted to, I would never resort to such despicable means. I hope you can have some trust in me."
Ning Ye smiled slightly, "That's not necessarily true. Even if we ignore it now, if my intestines rupture after I leave, I'll regret it."
"Even if the wine is poisoned, I would still taste it. Are you perhaps afraid?"
Ning Ye smiled without saying a word, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. Sure enough, this wine was quite different from others, with a rich and mellow aroma and a unique milky fragrance.
"This is indeed fine wine. I don't intend to waste too much time here. Let's get down to business now. How much are you willing to pay to redeem your prince? If the price doesn't meet my expectations, then I think there's nothing more to discuss."
For a moment, Kunmu felt that he might have misheard. Was this person really openly trying to negotiate with him?
"It seems my prince is indeed in your hands, but how can I believe your words based on just a few words?"
Ning Ye took out the letter and threw it on the table. "Whether you believe it or not, you can judge for yourself after reading it. If you still don't believe it, then I won't waste my time here."
After opening the letter and carefully examining it to confirm that it was indeed his prince's handwriting, Kunmuli immediately said with a smile, "So my prince went to visit you, sir, and was playing around, which is why he sent you to deliver this letter. I wonder when you will be able to send my prince back?"
Ning Ye secretly sneered, enjoying the way this person spoke. That was different from everyone else.
"His Highness said that staying at my place temporarily would be too much of a disturbance, so he is willing to send me some money as a token of his appreciation. I wonder if the Grand Preceptor can make a decision on this matter?"
Kunmu knew that if he didn't offer a piece of his own flesh today, this matter wouldn't be so easily resolved, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Ten thousand taels of gold, three hundred cattle and sheep, and one hundred horses. This is the limit of what I can offer. If you are still not satisfied, then I have no other choice."
Ning Ye squinted and said, "Grand Preceptor, would someone like you really reveal all your cards from the very beginning?"
"Whether you believe it or not, this is the best I can do. I can't do any more. Family ties on the grasslands aren't as important as you think, and you don't need to be too delusional."
Ning Ye's fingers tapped lightly on the table, each tap seeming to strike the heart of the Grand Preceptor. Now, the Grand Preceptor desperately hoped that Ning Ye would relent.
After all, these are his own assets, and he needs to take them from his own slush fund. Otherwise, if he were to report this matter, he would still be guilty of dereliction of duty.
Fortunately, Ning Ye didn't torment Kunmu for long and soon said, "I can accept this condition. Your prince can return whenever the goods can be delivered to the border."
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