The Third Prince's eyes were filled with viciousness. He looked at Zhao Ji and said viciously, "Even if you have done everything you can in this harem, I don't believe that I am still your people outside the walls of your palace!"

During this period of time, Zhao Ji has been asking Jingzhao Prefecture to closely monitor the situation of the refugees outside.

So how could Zhao Ji not know what the third prince was talking about?

Sometimes you have to crush all the hopes of those pretentious people before they truly realize despair.

"Since you are willing to believe it, I might as well show you what the truth is."

"I know there is something fishy going on with those refugees you deployed outside the capital. Now that I know about it, how could I not be on guard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ji looked up and saw a group of people rushing in from outside.

These people were wearing clothes that were convenient for traveling, and their eyes were full of greed and eagerness. It was almost obvious at first glance that they were not from the Celestial Empire.

When the Third Prince saw these people, he no longer cared about what Zhao Ji had just said and laughed out loud towards the sky.

"I want to see whether God blesses the grassland or God blesses the Celestial Empire. Mayor Guduoli, destroy this imperial city!"

The burly man who was the leader of the group wanted to step forward when he heard the third prince's words.

Zhao Ji silently strangled the Third Prince's throat, just like he had strangled the Emperor's throat just now, and then said: "If you want the Third Prince of your grassland to die here, just rush forward!"

Because he was concerned about the life of the Third Prince, the big man's eyes were wide open with anger for a moment, but he didn't dare to rush forward a single step.

The Third Prince felt the force on his throat. Zhao Ji was really shrinking slowly, as if he was slowly taking away the Third Prince's life. The Third Prince gradually felt more and more suffocated.

Only when the burly man retreated helplessly did Zhao Ji loosen his hand slightly.

The third prince finally had the chance to breathe fresh air. He took deep breaths. He had never thought that he would be in such a miserable state, and never thought that one day he would be so close to death.

This time he was no longer stubborn and dared not say anything else.

Zhao Ji stood here with a smile on his face.

However, even though they had the third prince in their hands, Zhao Ji and the emperor still did not have any advantage.

Because the number of these newly arrived foreigners was large, although they were hindered by the moonlight and arrived a little late, it is undeniable that this group of strong men still had the ability to massacre the imperial palace.

If Zhao Ji had not held down the third prince, this group of people would have already started a massacre in the palace.

The two sides were in a stalemate here.

Gutali suddenly laughed crazily: "Zhao Ji, even if you hold on like this now, what's the point? The best outcome is that our people don't attack the palace first, don't massacre first, but our million-strong grassland army on the northern border is ready to go at any time!"

"The result will be the same. When that time comes, the most you can do is to use me and the Third Prince to save the lives of two people on your side!"

"Why don't you surrender now and save yourself the suffering of waiting? When my army breaks through the capital, if you are willing to submit, you can become the prime minister of my dynasty!"

This persuasion was really a good plan, as he actually wanted Zhao Ji to surrender directly.

Not to mention Zhao Ji, even the other ministers couldn't help but feel moved when they heard this.

The emperor looked a little nervous, and suddenly put his hands on Zhao Ji's arms, as if he wanted to stop him.

[What should I do? They actually want to kidnap Zhao Ji. If Zhao Ji gives up this place, won't I be in danger of dying? ]

[No, no, but what chance do I have to keep Zhao Ji now? If I were in Zhao Ji's position, I would be a little moved to hear such a promise...]

Zhao Ji could hear the emperor's worry, smiled and patted the emperor's shoulder, then turned around and slapped Gutali: "Lord Gutali is really calculating, he can talk more than the civil servants of our dynasty, but I am a Chinese citizen in life and a ghost in death, so I will not do such a thing without details!"

"Don't try to buy me off with small favors. I want to see how powerful your million-strong army on the grassland is and whether it can break through the capital!"

Gutali spat out the blood in his mouth, his expression was uncertain, and suddenly he grinned: "Calculating the time, it's almost time, maybe in the next moment you will see the million-strong army of my grassland!"

The Third Prince also laughed grimly: "You people of the Celestial Empire are really not giving up until you reach the southern wall. Do you really want us to hold the head of the deputy general of the Celestial Empire Beijing in your hands before you clearly realize this reality?"

Zhao Ji didn't say anything, but just casually slapped the third prince again: "It turns out that the royal family of the grassland is so shameless. It's really hard to slap them!"

Blood oozed from the corners of the Third Prince's mouth, his eyes were as gloomy as a poisonous snake: "When my army crushes your city, it will be the day when you, Zhao Ji, will be buried. I will kill you and the emperor together, chop off your head, and kick it on the ground like a football!"

No matter how many harsh words the Third Prince said, Zhao Ji didn't take them to heart at all.

On the contrary, other ministers and the emperor have been worried about the third prince and the million-strong grassland army mentioned by Gutali.

Even the emperor wanted to talk to Zhao Ji about the escape.

At this moment, the sound of galloping troops was heard outside the hall again.

The Third Prince and Gutali looked delighted and laughed arrogantly. Even the grassland man who was in a stalemate on the side showed a look of joy.

"Soon we will show you the good boys of our grassland!"

Gutali stared at Zhao Ji fiercely: "I will pay you back double for every slap you slapped me on the face just now!"

Zhao Ji looked calm, as if he couldn't tell anything.

The emperor looked nervous, his eyes kept glancing at the area under the dragon throne behind him. The other ministers had different expressions, but generally they were more panicked than calm.

Those former old generals now held unsuitable weapons in their hands, looking as if they were ready to fight to the death with the soldiers that appeared.

"Your Majesty, if the army attacks in a while, we will protect you and Lord Zhao Ji. You don't have to look back then..."

There are a few old generals who haven't been on the battlefield for a long time, but they still have some courage and strategy.

The emperor nodded palely without saying anything, but kept his eyes on the situation on the field, obviously intending to wait for an opportunity to act.

Zhao Ji took a step forward slowly, stood in front of everyone, and tightly clenched the third prince's throat with his hands.

He leaned close to the Third Prince's ear and said viciously: "Believe it or not, even before I escape, I will take you with me!"