In the largest and most luxurious Mongolian tent, they met the leader of the Chahar tribe, Nada Khan.

The Chahar tribe was originally one of the thirteen tribes under the Oirat. When the Oirat unified Mongolia, they were able to suppress these barbaric tribes. Once the Oirat was defeated, they became a mess and began endless internal strife and invasion of the border. The Chahar is the largest tribe left in Mongolia today, but compared with the power of the Oirat in the past, it is a far cry from the world.

Nada Khan was nearly sixty years old, but his hair was oily black and his body was strong. The wrinkles on his face were like deep grooves engraved on his face, recording his unfair life. He killed his own father and inherited the throne of Khan. He was a ruthless character.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye bowed deeply to him and presented him with ten boxes of various treasures and five beauties.

Nadahan threw peanuts into his mouth while looking the two up and down, then fixed his eyes on Yan Sikong: "You are the Yan Sikong."

"Your Majesty, it is me."

"You are a man with delicate skin and tender flesh, and you are prettier than our women. No wonder the Han emperor made you his consort."

Yan Sikong bowed slightly: "I'm ashamed."

"Being a royal consort is nothing." A man beside Nada Khan sneered, "The Wolf King treats him as a woman."

The whole room of Mongolians burst into laughter.

Feng Ye's lips were pursed stiffly.

Yan Sikong said calmly, "The Khan is the leader of Chahar. The future Mongol king actually allowed his subordinates to deceive the Khan with rumors. This really undermines the Khan's prestige." He squinted at the man and said, "Moreover, in our Han etiquette, it is disrespectful to speak without the king's permission."

The man frowned and was about to bang the table in anger.

Nada Khan said in a deep voice: "Wulu."

The man who was called Wulu immediately became obedient, but his face was still full of indignation as he glared at Yan Sikong.

Nada Khan snorted lightly: "As expected of a Jinshi, you are sharp-tongued. However, this is not your Dasheng, and we do not look down on the etiquette of the Han people, let alone your turn to teach my people a lesson."

Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "The Khan is right."

Nada Khan looked at Feng Ye again and pointed at him: "You are the masked general of the Wolf King, Quewang."

Feng Ye bowed and said, "Greetings, Great Khan." He lowered his voice, sounding very steady.

"I've heard that you are the most powerful general in the Wolf King's Army and that you are very good at fighting."

"The Khan has overstated the matter."

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

"My appearance was disfigured when I was young and I cannot show it to others."

"Why?"

“I don’t remember.”

Nada Khan jokingly asked, "What if I order you to take off your mask?"

Feng Ye said calmly, "I swore that I would never show my ugly face to anyone unless I die. Now I am in the Khan's camp. If the Khan forces me to take off the mask, I will have no choice but to obey. But the Khan humiliated the envoy just for fun. If this gets out, the Khan will be disgraced."

Nadahan's face changed slightly and he snorted heavily.

Wulu couldn't help but say, "Great Khan, these Han people are very good at taking detours, don't fall into their trap."

"Shut up." Turku frowned and said, "Wulu, it is not your turn to speak in front of the Khan."

Wulu was so angry that his face turned blue.

Nada Khan waved his hand and said, "Well, you Han people are good at treating us as guests from afar. Please sit down."

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong looked at each other before sitting down.

"We all know what you are here for. To tell you the truth, the court has already agreed to the tribute." Nada Khan looked at them leisurely.

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "The court agreed. Did the Khan agree as well?"

Nadahan glared and said, "We were the ones who proposed it in the first place. How could we not agree?"

"If the Khan agrees, he should tie me up and send me to the court as a token of sincerity. Since the Khan has kept me, I will definitely live up to his expectations and tell him in detail why he should abandon the court and join the Wolf King."

Nadahan smiled coldly: "Okay, I'm listening here."

Yan Sikong bowed and analyzed all the pros and cons to Nada Khan in a leisurely manner. He praised Nada Khan very appropriately when he should show his sincerity, but he was also very tough when he should show the military strength of Datong. Nada Khan felt very nervous after hearing this.

Judging from the current situation, whether Chahar chooses the imperial court or the Wolf King actually has its pros and cons.

After all, the imperial court had already formed an alliance with the Chahar tribe, providing Chahar with a large amount of gold, silver and military equipment, helping him to unify several scattered small tribes and become increasingly powerful. Although betraying an ally was nothing to Nada Khan, who had killed even his own father, there must be a condition that is tempting enough to tempt him.

As for the Wolf King, the benefits are also very real. After the Wolf King controls the Hetao area, the trade is the biggest benefit that can be given to Chahar. Moreover, the Wolf King's army is eyeing Datong covetously. Nada Khan is not a fool. He knows that if he pushes the Wolf King into a corner and really starts a fight, he has no chance of winning.

Nada Khan's choice between the imperial court and the Wolf King was ultimately a choice between tribute or trade. He would lean towards whichever one could bring him greater benefits. Yan Sikong knew this clearly, so he explained the imperial court's financial resources to Nada Khan in detail and with reason and evidence, based on his status as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War and a close minister of Emperor Zhaowu. In the final analysis, no matter what tribute conditions the imperial court promised Nada Khan, they would not be fulfilled in the end.

With Yan Sikong's talent for debate, even if the imperial envoys were present, they would be defeated by him, not to mention that there were only a bunch of barbarians on the scene, so they were naturally stunned by his words.

It is impossible to say that Nada Khan was completely persuaded by Yan Sikong, but he must have had suspicions in his heart. Finally, he ordered Turku to arrange for them to rest.

After returning to the tent and dismissing the servants, Feng Ye took off the mask, revealing his handsome face. He frowned and complained, "Damn it, how did Quewang wear this thing all year round? It's so suffocating."

Yan Sikong moistened the cloth and handed it to him. He couldn't help feeling sad for his words: "I wonder how long it took him to get used to it." People said that he was as handsome as Pan An, but Yuan Nanyu had a face that looked very similar to his, but because of the tattoo punishment, he was forced to cover his face all year round. How could he not feel distressed.

Feng Ye didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Yan Sikong understood and wiped Feng Ye's face with a towel.

Feng Ye hugged his waist and narrowed his eyes: "That savage actually dared to tease you, sooner or later I will kill him."

"Don't be impulsive. Na Wulu is a Chahar general. Although he is reckless, he is brave and good at fighting. He may be useful in the future."

Feng Ye snorted coldly.

There were footsteps outside the account, and the two separated immediately. Feng Ye quickly put on the mask.

It turned out that Turku had brought people to bring them dinner and told them that a banquet would be held on a chosen day to welcome them and that envoys from the imperial court would also be present.

Yan Sikong, however, stopped Turku from getting up early and asked him to sit down and have dinner with him.

How could Turku not know what Yan Sikong was planning? He sat down without any hesitation.

The three of them drank and chatted. Feng Ye didn't say much, but Yan Sikong was eloquent and praised Turku so much that he almost lost his mind. After three rounds of drinking, Yan Sikong talked about his real purpose. He asked Turku to persuade Nada Khan to form an alliance with the Wolf King, and in the future he would help Turku inherit the Khan's position and become the future Mongolian king.

Although Turku was the eldest son of Nadar Khan, the Mongols did not have the tradition of appointing the eldest son as the heir. Usually, the most powerful prince would be made Khan. Turku was not the best prince, nor was he favored. However, his mother was Nadar Khan's Que, and it was rumored that Nadar Khan's Que was a female demon. Nadar Khan was vicious and brave, and had many concubines, but he was afraid of his wife.

Turku was flattered by Yan Sikong. He patted his chest and promised Yan Sikong that he would go to persuade Nada Khan. Finally, he accepted Yan Sikong's generous gift and left happily.

"Nada Khan himself is quite capable, but his son is a waste." Feng Ye said disdainfully.

Yan Sikong sneered: "Waste is not completely useless."

"Will he really go to persuade Nadahan?"

"Even if he goes there, the Khan may not listen to him. He must have accepted gifts from the court before. I don't expect him to really do anything. Just don't tear down our stage." Yan Sikong took a sip of soup. He had said countless words that day and his mouth was dry.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong: "Do you think we have a good chance of winning?"

Yan Sikong put down the bowl and took a deep breath: "Honestly speaking, let's split it half and half. We must have a reason for Nada Khan to form an alliance with us, which is far greater than the cost of betraying our ally. At the moment, it seems that it is not enough."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "You were so confident in Datong, just to let me let you come."

Yan Sikong said helplessly: "If I hadn't come, there would have been no chance of peace talks. Now that I'm here, there's still hope."

"If the peace talks fail, we may all die, especially you."

Yan Sikong was silent for a moment: "Only when I meet the imperial envoys can I test the attitude of Nada Khan."

"I have a plan."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"You can only talk with your mouth, at most you can make Nada Khan treat us and the court equally, but it is not enough to make him break his promise and destroy the alliance. If you want to leave him no choice, you must take drastic measures."

"What kind of strong medicine?" Yan Sikong frowned, having a bad feeling.

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's neck, put his ear close to his lips, and whispered something.

Yan Sikong was shocked: "You are simply crazy!"

Feng Ye's expression was calm: "I think this plan will work."

"If you do that, even you won't be able to leave."

"As you said, we are here to take a chance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You have the guts to send yourself before the enemy, and you are still afraid of taking this risk?"

"Feng Ye, I thought you would have become more mature and stable after so many years." Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you still like to play risky chess? You are the commander-in-chief of the three armies, how can you take risks so easily? If you ask me to debate with the imperial envoys, I am at least 70% sure that I can convince them..."

"You just said five points." Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong into his arms, pinched his chin, and said jokingly, "I can't let my guard down for even a moment with you."

“I’m serious.”

"I am serious too." Feng Ye said defiantly, "You always act cautiously and carefully. In fact, if you think about it carefully, this plan is the most likely to succeed."

Yan Sikong was about to retort, but Feng Ye leaned over and blocked his lips, roughly and fiercely plundering every breath from his mouth, kissing him until he gasped for breath.

Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong's smooth skin and said in his ear: "I am the Wolf King, listen to me." His voice was low and hoarse, but it was intimidating without being angry.

Yan Sikong gently licked his lips that were swollen from being kissed, and repeatedly pondered over Feng Ye's so-called "plan" in his mind, his eyes becoming increasingly deep.