Wanyan Sheng brought the eunuch steward to Fengluan Palace. Huilan Haitang was a smart woman, and she could see it from Wanyan Sheng's face.
"Haitang, I, I came to see you." Wanyan Sheng forced a smile.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what is he holding in his hand?" Hui Lan Haitang pointed at the tray in the hand of the eunuch next to him.
"This, this is the imperial wine I give you as a reward. Please drink it."
Hui Lan Haitang hurriedly shook her head: "I don't want to drink, I don't want to drink."
Wanyan Sheng was heartbroken: "You, you must be obedient. How can you not drink the imperial wine I gave you? You are disobeying my order."
Hui Lan Haitang trembled all over, fell to her knees with a plop, and cried, "Your Majesty, please release me. Please, Your Majesty, don't kill me."
Wanyan Sheng sighed deeply: "Since you already know everything, I have nothing more to say. You must understand me."
Hui Lan Haitang shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face: "No, no, you are the emperor. The ministers all listen to you. Go and tell them that I will not drink the poisoned wine. I don't want to drink it." As she spoke, tears fell like rain.
"Haitang, I have no choice. You have to understand me."
"I don't want it, I don't want it." Hui Lan Haitang crawled over and grabbed the corner of Wanyan Sheng's clothes. Wanyan Sheng remained indifferent and impatiently pushed her away.
Huilan Haitang felt a chill in her heart, knowing that the emperor had made up his mind. She stopped crying and looked at Wanyan Sheng with cold eyes.
Wanyan Sheng felt a chill in his heart, not daring to look her in the eye. He nodded to the eunuchs beside him. Two eunuchs went over and grabbed Huilan Haitang. Huilan Haitang struggled a few times, still glaring at Wanyan Sheng with vicious eyes.
The eunuch on duty pinched her mouth open and forced the poisoned wine into her mouth.
Hui Lan Haitang struggled in vain, her eyes almost popping out: "Wu Qimai, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Wuqimai was Wanyan Sheng's Jurchen name. Huilan Haitang's eyes were filled with despair and anger. Until her death, she stared at Wanyan Sheng, which made him feel uneasy.
After pouring the poisoned wine, the eunuch released his grip. Huilan Haitang fell limply to the ground, writhing and wailing in pain from the torment of the poison.
Wanyan Sheng was filled with fear. Huilan Haitang gradually stopped struggling. She pointed at Wanyan Sheng with her last bit of strength and said, "Wuqimai, you and your ministers will not die a good death!" After she finished speaking, her hands loosened and she died instantly.
Wanyan Sheng was so scared that he screamed and retreated.
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Although they had arrived in the territory of the Song Dynasty, Yue Fei still sent a team of people to escort Nianmur and others to Beijing.
Upon hearing that the surrendered Jin general was about to arrive, Zhao Huan personally led all civil and military officials to welcome him outside the palace gate. This was a great honor for Nianmur.
The reason why Zhao Huan gave him such a big battle was because he learned from Yue Fei's letter that Nianmur brought important news.
No one except for distinguished generals with distinguished military achievements had ever enjoyed such treatment. Since Zhao Huan ascended the throne, only Zhong Shidao had enjoyed this honor.
Upon arriving in Bianjing, Nianmur was instantly stunned by the city's prosperity. As the largest metropolis in the world at the time, Bianjing's luxury left Nianmur and his companions stunned.
When they arrived at the palace gate, they saw the tall imperial palace made of red bricks and golden tiles. Compared with the imperial palace in Shangjing, Wanyan Sheng thought it was simply a doghouse.
"Bang bang bang!" The salutes made by the Military Arsenal exploded into the sky, followed by loud gongs and drums, colorful flags fluttering, and a large banner was pulled out.
"Welcome General Nianmur back to Song!"
Nianmur and Ali Banche looked at each other, both of them were overjoyed. They had never expected that the emperor would give such high treatment to a mere surrendered general.
Zhao Huan walked over cordially, and all the soldiers shouted "Long live Zhao Huan".
Nianmur saluted Zhao Huan with the highest etiquette of the Jin people. Zhao Huan hurriedly took Nianmur's hand and said, "I have heard of your great name for a long time. Seeing you today, I am sure you are a man of great talent. You have the demeanor of a great general!"
Nianmur was flattered and knelt hurriedly. Zhao Huan pulled him up and said, "General Nian, there is no need to be so polite. Follow me to the hall."
Purple Palace.
Zhao Huan sat on the dragon throne, with Nianmur and Aliban standing below.
"General Nian, I am delighted that you have submitted to the Song Dynasty. I will grant you fertile land and beautiful houses, and grant you the title of Marquis of Xiangming, with a fief of 1,000 households. This General Ali Banche will be granted the title of Earl of Guizheng, with a fief of 700 households."
Nianmur and the other two were overjoyed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
This title was a nominal one, without any real power, but for Nianmur, who had almost become a homeless dog, it was a great favor.
"Marquis Xiang Ming, since you have returned to the Great Song Dynasty, you should serve the Great Song Dynasty wholeheartedly!" Zhao Huan's face changed.
Nianmur knew full well that the Song Emperor would not grant him such a high position without any real benefit. Knowing the true meaning of the times, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Jin Kingdom has ill intentions and wants to start another war."
Finally, he hit the point, and the ministers below murmured. The war had finally been stopped, but the Great Jin was still unwilling to give up.
Although Yue Fei had already made it clear in his letter, Zhao Huan could not help but ask: "The Great Jin wants to go to war with our Great Song. Isn't that like hitting a rock with an egg?"
Nianmur bowed and continued, "Your Majesty, the Jin Empire is currently unable to confront the Song Dynasty. Wanyan Zonghan and others want to form a marriage alliance with the Mongol Khan Kubula, and then jointly annex Western Xia with the Jin and Mongolian forces."
Zhao Huan whispered, "Eat Xixia?"
Nianmur nodded and said, "Exactly. Of the four kingdoms of Song, Jin, Mongolia, and Western Xia, Western Xia is the weakest at the moment."
Zhao Huan smiled and said, "Wanyan Sheng's intention is to divide Western Xia with Mongolia, and then when their own strength grows, the two countries will go to war against the Song Dynasty. Is that what he means?"
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