So what if I traveled through time? I'll continue to roll in another place

Sutun Anda sent his uncle, Zairpai, the co-director of the Xuanzhengyuan, to lead a team to Fengtian Prefecture to negotiate peace. Zairpai was very fast and arrived at the capital of Dazhao in just ten days.

The 45-member delegation has been invited by the Honglu Temple to stay at Huitong Hall.

When the Zairpai entourage entered the capital, they were in great style. Both the envoys and their followers rode the BMW Yeyingzhui, which was only available in Wuge. The BMW was black in color, half a head taller and stronger than the horses of the Zhao Dynasty.

They passed through a busy city. The horse's strong muscles were faintly visible in the sun. Occasionally, its mane was raised, and the black mane was shining with golden light, like golden tassels, revealing endless strength and grace.

Uger was also more sturdy. A personal bodyguard of the Zair faction who followed him looked to be at least two meters tall. His exposed arm looked like an iron pillar. An ordinary man's neck would be broken if he twisted it.

It was spring, but there was still a bit of a chill in the past few days. The Wuge envoys were all wearing bearskin cloaks, which made them look even more sturdy. Even though the people in the capital were well-informed, they were still a little scared when they saw the giant horse.

As the chief official of the peace talks, Que Yan had already welcomed them at Huitong Hall, and the Minister of Honglu Temple Yu Zhang had also arranged a welcoming banquet early on.

"Reporting to Lord Que and Lord Yu, the Wuge delegation has arrived." The ceremonial officer who went out of the city to greet them came in to report.

"Mr. Tongzhi, you have come all the way here, thank you for your hard work." Que Yan came out to greet him and bowed first.

Que Yan was knowledgeable and had a good memory. He knew some languages ​​of the neighboring countries and could speak Ugric fluently.

"Mr. Tongzhi, this is the person in charge of Dazhao's peace talks this time—Mr. Que Yan, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate." The ceremonial officer in charge of translation hurriedly introduced.

Zairpai smiled and returned the greeting, saying in a slightly stiff Chinese: "Lord Que, I have long heard of your great name."

Then, he turned to look at Yu Zhang, "Who is this?"

"This is Lord Yu Zhangyu, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites." Que Yan introduced.

"Master Yu, I'm honored." Zailpai bowed again.

These people all knew both Chinese and Ugly, so communication was very smooth, making the translation and ceremonial officer seem somewhat redundant.

After some greetings, everyone came to the banquet hall, where a sumptuous welcoming banquet had already been prepared.

The Zaerpai knew the etiquette and customs of the Zhao Dynasty very well, and his behavior was not as unrestrained as that of the Wuge people. The guards he brought with him did not care about the so-called red tape of the Zhao Dynasty. They sat at the lower table, drinking and eating meat, which attracted the Zhao Dynasty officials who accompanied them to look at them sideways and said nothing more. They sat at the table pretending to be calm and watched.

"I think it's all exaggeration to say that Zhao Dynasty was prosperous. The mutton in Wuge is still delicious!" The two-meter-tall giant was named Tieshan, and he lived up to his name. He tore off a leg of mutton and ate it with relish, while loudly and contemptuously saying in Wuge language: "I didn't expect the food here to be so stingy. No wonder the men of Zhao Dynasty have no strength on the battlefield!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites had already prepared a whole roasted lamb according to grassland custom; Tieshan's words were just an attempt to take advantage of the victory.

Que Yan smiled. Although he understood, he didn't want to argue with these small characters. He raised his wine glass and toasted Zailpai beside him, saying, "Mr. Tongzhi and all of you are guests from afar today. I would like to offer a toast to you all. May the friendship between our two countries last forever."

Zaerpai also raised his glass and saluted: "You are too polite, Lord Censor. This time, our country came here with full sincerity and hopes to reach a peace agreement with your country."

They shouldn't have discussed matters at the welcoming banquet on the first day, but this meeting was originally for the purpose of negotiating peace. After three rounds of drinks, the two sides began to discuss the specific conditions of the peace negotiation.

Zairpai smiled and said first: "Our King Wuge hopes to sign a long-term peace treaty with Dazhao, non-aggression and mutual trade. At the same time, we hope that Dazhao can open the border and allow Wuge merchants to travel freely."

Que Yan pondered for a moment and responded, "Opening the border is a matter of great importance and needs to be reported to the court for discussion. However, regarding the matter of trade, we can discuss the specific terms and details first."

At this moment, Tieshan suddenly interrupted and said, "If you Dazhao are really sincere, you should return the Sixteen States of Amman to us! Go back to the south of Mount Takkin!"

The Sixteen States of Amman that Tieshan mentioned are the seven states of Changqi Prefecture in the current Zhao Dynasty. This is a strategic location that is related to the border security of Dazhao. Que Yan will naturally not give in easily.

"General Tieshan, this Changqi Prefecture has been the territory of our Dazhao since ancient times. How can we cede it easily?" Que Yan responded with a gloomy face.

"Humph! You Zhao people are as cowardly as mice. You dare not fight, and you only know how to ask for peace!" Tieshan slammed the table, stood up, and pointed his finger directly at Que Yan's face: "Since you can't hold it, you'd better withdraw early, otherwise we will kill all your men and leave your women and livestock unattended!"

The scene suddenly became tense, and the other Wuge envoys also looked at Zairpai, waiting for his instructions. The officials of the Zhao Dynasty were also filled with anger, staring at Que Yan and Zairpai at the table.

After an awkward silence, Zairpai finally shouted, "Tieshan, don't be rude! Sit down!"

Tieshan snorted coldly, but still sat down.

Que Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and without looking at Tieshan, he said to Zail Pai: "Since the Third Prince of your country agrees to peace talks, then this peace talk will benefit both of us, and no one will be inferior. Once the war starts, my Dazhao men will bleed, and Wuge men will also sacrifice, which will be a loss for both sides."

Zaerpai smiled and said, "Lord Que is right. I came here to avoid war and seek an opportunity for peaceful coexistence. Of course, we will not give up our own interests. The ownership of the Sixteen States of Amman can be discussed again."

Seeing this, Que Yan softened his tone and said, "That's great. As long as both parties are sincere, I believe we will get a satisfactory result."

One played the good cop and the other played the bad cop. Zailpai also saw that Que Yan was not as impulsive and irritable as the intelligence said. He had some new understanding of this opponent and his tone softened a lot. He no longer proposed peace and only talked about scenery and culture.

During this period, Tieshan wanted to speak and interrupt several times, but was stopped by Zailpai with his eyes.

After dinner, Wu Ge and his entourage rested in Huitong Hall, waiting to enter the palace to meet the emperor the next day.

Que Yan locked himself in the study, and his long-awaited anger finally had a chance to erupt. He stood with his hands behind his back, feeling indignant. Tolerating Wu Ge's little guard for a day really exhausted his self-restraint.

He was not in favor of peace talks in the first place, and when he saw Uge being so arrogant just after a great victory, he became angrier and angrier. He punched the desk, causing the pens, ink, paper and inkstone to scatter all over the floor.

"Father, please calm down." Que Yan's son Que Heng walked into the study and said softly.

Que Heng picked up the paper and pen on the ground, put them on the table, and then asked with a folded hand, "Father, is it because of the anger that Wuge barbarian caused you in Huitong Hall today?"

Que Yan glanced at Que Heng, sighed, and said, "That Tieshan actually spoke so arrogantly and coveted our Dazhao territory! It really makes me angry!"

Que Heng frowned slightly and said, "Father, don't get angry. The envoy of Wuge came to Beijing to negotiate peace, and I'm sure he is afraid. Although we are negotiating peace, we don't need to compromise. Our Great Zhao is strong and we can afford it. But the third prince of Wuge who is waiting to ascend the throne can't wait. If he gets into a tough battle, I'm afraid he will just shoot himself in the foot."

Que Yan nodded and said, "Of course I understand, so I don't agree with peace talks. If the princes of the surrounding tribes need political prestige in the future and use Dazhao as a target, where will the face of our great country be?"

Que Heng bowed and said, "Father, you are right. But for now, peace talks are only a temporary solution. I believe that with your wisdom and strategy, you will be able to handle this matter properly."

Que Yan patted Que Heng's shoulder, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "I, your father, will definitely live up to the trust of the court. If someone spineless comes to beg for mercy from the Zair faction, it would be better for me to do it myself."

He had an expression as if he was forced to eat shit, "But it's really not easy to be a traitor..." After saying that, Que Yan sighed.