After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Yelu Jun didn't know how he walked out of Han Ming's room. He was in a daze, like a walking corpse, and Han Ming's cruel words kept echoing in his mind.

"Not to mention the captives, even the children, women, and the elderly, my hands are already stained with blood."

"Your Highness, please do not overestimate Han's humanity. The Crown Princess and the young prince are now in my hands."

"You should know what this means?!"

"..."

In the end, Yelu Jun could only repeat the eight words "Golden outside, rotten inside" over and over again, and staggered away from the place.

Perhaps he had never thought that the idol he had admired since childhood was an inhuman beast, a trash who regarded human life as worthless.

Looking at Yelu Jun limping away, Han Ming retracted his cold and ruthless gaze and said softly, "Watch him. Don't let him come into contact with Yelu Liang..."

Cheng Lan slowly appeared from the darkness and bowed: "Yes!"

"But, Lord Prime Minister, is it really necessary to send Xiao Boyu and Yelu Liang to Yelu Jun?"

Han Ming took a sip of tea and spoke casually, "These two are rare talents in the Liao Kingdom. Unfortunately, they were both defeated by me and will never be able to turn things around in this life."

"Few of Yelu Jun's men are capable of completely stabilizing the Liao Kingdom. We need him to continue suppressing the grassland tribes. We can't do it empty-handed."

"Xiao Boyu and Yelu Liang are the last gifts I gave him. One inside and one outside, they should be very effective in striking a blow to the Jurchen and Mongolian forces."

"Once the Song Dynasty has digested Yanyun and Liaodong and has freed up its hands, it's time to greet these old neighbors..."

Han Ming's leisurely words made Cheng Lan feel extremely impressed. He treated everyone as his pawns and drove them at will.

Perhaps Han had been planning this big game since Yelu Jun and the others were very young, and now it was time to put it to the end.

. . . . . .

On the first day of March, the Song-Liao negotiations officially began in the Hall of Heroes, where all the stories began.

No one knows what the purpose of the Song Dynasty is in continuing negotiations even though the Song army has completely destroyed the city walls of Xijin Prefecture.

After Du Ji Yang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, the negotiation officially began.

"The Song Dynasty needs all the southern areas of Xijing Road, Nanjing Road, and Dongjing Road!!!"

As soon as Old Du said this, the whole place fell silent. The silence for a long while made Du Ji Yang look around in confusion, wanting to ask his own negotiating representative.

Xiao Boyu, who was standing opposite him, slammed the table in anger and said, "This isn't negotiation. This is looting. It's blatant robbery!"

Following closely behind was Xiao Delit, who had been transferred to the Northern Forestry Bureau and served as the co-director of the Northern Court Xuanhui Envoy under Yelü Yixin. He frowned and said, "Are you all joking?"

Yelu Yange, a Liao imperial minister and son of Grand Tutor Huolisi, said with a sullen face, "If that's the way we're talking, then there's nothing left to discuss. We might as well just pay the entire Liao Kingdom to the Song Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Sima Junshi and others also began to look unhappy.

"Even though they know it's compensation, don't they know how to bargain? Can't the Liao people even learn basic negotiation?"

The older Peng Yi gets, the more straightforward his temperament becomes, and he always speaks directly.

In China, this old man and Sheng Changfeng worked in perfect harmony and were able to maintain the work of the Honglu Temple. But now that he's abroad, he's got an unusually hot temper.

"boom--!"

"Peng Siqing, do you think we are not serious?!"

After the emperor's uncle, the young father-in-law, Xiao Edu's temper also flared up, and he started arguing with Peng Yi.

"How dare the defeated Liao people bark before the Song Dynasty envoys?"

Peng Yi started cursing directly.

"Humph! Back then, the Song people trembled in fear before the Liao cavalry, like grass!"

Xiao Eduwo fought back without showing any weakness.

"boom--!"

"Are you still the same officer as before?! The worst that can happen is war!"

"Afraid of you?! I'm happy to do so!!!"

“Come on—!”

“Come on—!”

"..."

Soon this trend affected the negotiating representatives of both sides. On the first day of March, the Song and Liao sides quarreled for a whole day.

They seemed to have brought up years of deep hatred and grudges, and kept attacking each other.

They insist on saying what the other party hates to hear the most, and even sprinkle some salt on it and spit at it.

The Liao Kingdom brought up the "donkey cart drifting" incident of Emperor Taizong of Song, and the Song Dynasty cited the incident of Emperor Daozong Yelü Hongji being blocked at Baigou Post and unable to move forward.

The Liao Kingdom brought out the "Chanyuan Alliance" of Song Zhenzong to attack, and the Song Dynasty fought back with the "Battle of Pingxingguan".

The two sides exchanged greetings with each other, showing their century-long "deep friendship" on the first day.

This made Yelu Hongji, Xiao Tansi, Xiao Guanyin, Han Ming and the three sisters Yelu Saguzhi who were drinking tea next door look at each other in confusion and remained silent for a long time.

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary to bring up the past. After all, it's all in the past, right, Prime Minister Han?"

Yelu Hongji took a sip of the tea brewed by Xiao Guanyin, which he had not tasted for many years, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty is right. When I return, I will remind you all not to mention these 'old things'."

Han Ming said it, but the unconscious trembling of the corners of his eyes and mouth still made Yelu Hongji's face twitch.

After all, most of the aspects listed by the Song Dynasty were stupid things he did during his reign, and this kind of exposure of his shortcomings in person still made the conceited monarch feel a little embarrassed.

"It seems we won't be able to reach any conclusion today. Your Majesty, Mr. Han, Sister, and the other princes, how about we go to the palace back garden to enjoy the spring?"

As Yelu Hongji's second empress, Xiao Tansi saw that her majesty and Han Ming had strange expressions on their faces, and immediately spoke up to smooth things over.

Xiao Guanyin didn't know how she and Yelu Hongji talked these days, at least there was no tension as before. Seeing Xiao Tansi trying to smooth things over, she also spoke up to help, taking over Xiao Tansi's call of "sister".

The three of Yelu Sager just looked at each other, nodded silently, and said nothing more.

"I heard that the 'Palace Back Garden' of Xijin Prefecture in Nanjing Dao is modeled after Central Plains architecture and has a strong Song Dynasty style. I, your Excellency, would do well to take a good look at it."

When Han Ming stood up, he did not forget to give Yelu Hongji an eye drop.

"Humph! Mr. Han's words are becoming more and more vicious, making it difficult for people to resist."

Yelu Hongji rolled his eyes, knowing that Han Ming was deliberately trying to anger him. He could only calm himself down and secretly remind himself that there was no need to get upset over a dog's barking, as it would not be worth it.

"In fact, foreign ministers have always been very vicious, but they were previously 'lowly placed and powerless', and they were afraid of causing great disaster, so they kept a straight face."

Han Ming's words surprised Yelu Hongji and others, and they heard a hint of sincerity in them.

"So now you're just 'in a high position of power' and don't care about anything?!"

Yelu Hongji unconsciously made a sarcastic remark and started bickering with Han Ming.

This made Xiao Tansi and the others look at each other, and then they fell behind, not daring to follow too closely.

"That's not the case. Etiquette and morality prevail in the Central Plains, and one shouldn't overdo things when speaking. Your Majesty must have heard the saying, 'Leave a way for others so that we can meet again in the future.'"

"Foreign ministers still have to consider their reputation and their inner feelings. They can't just do whatever they want."

Han Ming's words made Yelu Hongji sneer with some disdain.

"Only you Song people like to deal with that kind of face-saving issue. In the Liao Dynasty, the strong prey on the weak. Whoever has the ability and the capability will take over!"

Yelu Hongji slowly clenched his fist, indicating that in the Liao Dynasty, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is.

"We are human beings, not animals. Can we really handle that?"

Han Ming secretly nodded at Yelu Hongji.

"What do you think is the difference between us and those animals?"

"Han Jingyuan, throw away your face. Aren't you a vicious animal at heart?!"

Yelu Hongji made no secret of his murderous intent and sneered at the other party.

“In times of great contention, nations frequently engage in wars and conflicts; the strong grow stronger, and the weak perish.”

"Perhaps you're right. Compared to those blatant attacks, we're just animals covered in a layer of 'face'!"

Han Ming thought about the conversation he had with Yelu Jun yesterday. He had called him a "beast" in the same way.

Perhaps I have always suppressed the beast within me, and am only constrained by morality.

"Your Majesty, are you interested in making a deal?"

Han Ming looked at Yelu Hongji with frank eyes.

"I know what deal you want to make. It's about Jun'er, right?"

Yelu Hongji put his hands behind his back and looked at the other person calmly.

"Your Majesty is quite rational at this moment."

Han Ming smiled and praised the other person.

"Haha, Han Jingyuan, I know what you want, but I don't want to agree to it so easily."

"Unless you fight me... let me see what else you are capable of besides your extraordinary talent?!"

Yelu Hongji looked at Han Ming with his eyes shining brightly. This scene seemed to recreate the scene in the hall.

Han Ming smiled slightly and spoke slowly: "As Your Majesty wishes..."