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"Dammit, go to the North without wearing any warm clothes and see for yourself. You don't need to fight; just standing there will do. If you can do it, then so can our soldiers!" Qing Luan spat out, her disdain for Prime Minister Huang evident.
"You... you damned wretch. How dare you insult me?" Prime Minister Huang could no longer maintain his composure. He realized that if this continued, not only would his plans fail, but he might also face dire consequences himself.
"What have I insulted you about?" Qing Luan replied with a look of contempt. "The Chancellor speaks without feeling the pain. I'm puzzled; the Barbarians are provoking us, and as the Prime Minister of the nation, you should at least show some authority and threaten them a bit. Instead, you've brought this matter to the court and secretly aided them. What do you mean by that? General Bu won a victory and deserves a reward. If they're so formidable, why don't you petition the Emperor to send them to the North to fight?"
"Your Majesty, this woman is too audacious. She shows such arrogance in court and does not regard Your Majesty at all. I request that Your Majesty punish her," Prime Minister Huang said as he knelt down, his face filled with indignation.
"Your Majesty," Bai Song also knelt down calmly. "Yiluo and others reside in Ruyi Tower, which was established by Miss Zhu. She understands the Barbarians' language and inadvertently overheard their conversation. Knowing they would trouble Your Majesty in court, she volunteered to accompany me into the palace to resolve the Barbarians' difficulties. However, it seems the old Chancellor is making things difficult for her—either wanting to fight or kill her. I wonder if he is angry that Miss Zhu helped Your Majesty resolve this issue, harboring resentment in his heart!"
Bai Song's words caused everyone to look at the kneeling Chancellor with strange expressions—they had witnessed how helpless they were against the Barbarians' provocations, yet it was this petite girl who used her wisdom to resolve the entire matter, leaving the Barbarians speechless. Now she was being troubled by the Chancellor; it was clear who had a problem.
"Your Majesty," just as everyone was discussing among themselves, a young man suddenly stood up. "The old Chancellor is not angry because Miss Zhu solved this dilemma; he simply believes that as a woman—a Merchant's Daughter—she has such a lowly status and dares to be so brazen in court, showing disrespect to Your Majesty."
"Who is he?" Qing Luan quietly asked the person beside her.
"Brent," the person replied, admiring Qing Luan's bravery and thus spoke freely.
Qing Luan narrowed her eyes slightly, a glint of cunning flashing through them as she smirked coldly, thinking: I wasn't going to trouble you, but you've jumped up on your own—very good, truly good!
The Emperor, sitting on his dragon throne and watching coldly, feigned confusion upon seeing Qing Luan's meaningful smile. "Miss Zhu, do you have any objections to Lord Bu's words?" This girl is not simple.
"Haha, no wonder," Qing Luan observed that the Emperor was not angry but rather amiable and sarcastically remarked: "No wonder they bully others in court; everyone dares not even make a sound. It turns out their status is noble, allowing them to be oppressed and looked down upon. As for me being a Merchant's Daughter—so lowly that it sullies everyone's eyes... Such a man marrying Yun Nishang would ruin her life."
Qing Luan's words were quite blunt, causing some people to change their expressions, especially Brent, whose face turned pale. A flicker of anxiety and fear crossed his eyes as he lowered his head, no longer daring to say anything more.
"Your Majesty," Bai Song remained kneeling, bowing his head in distress as he said, "This is not the time to accuse Miss Zhu. What we need to address now is the harassment from Yiluo and his men." The Barbarians watched coldly, while those genuinely seeking resolution resorted to threats and punishment. With such a court and such ministers, a major incident was bound to occur sooner or later.
"Lord Bai is right; we cannot allow them to see us as a joke," someone echoed, and the voices of agreement grew louder, prompting the Emperor to furrow his brow and say lightly, "Both of you may rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Due to Qing Luan's sharpness earlier, Prime Minister Huang dared not say anything further—whatever he might say could turn against him, so he chose silence.
Yiluo and his men were left in confusion, unable to understand what was happening. No one was there to translate for them. Even Luo Bing, no matter how bold he was, did not dare to inform them of these matters. It wasn't just him who understood; one wrong move could cost him dearly, so he remained silent.
"Luo Bing," hearing the Emperor's exchange, Luo Bing immediately knelt down with a look of deep unease.
"Get up," the Emperor said upon seeing him like that, subtly furrowing his brow before gently adding, "Tell them that I can overlook their harassment this time. However, if they do not plan to withdraw their troops, they will bear the consequences!" What a bunch of clowns; did they really think they were without support?
At the very least, Xuanyuan Rui was still alive; he had not perished yet. That alone was a belief in victory.
Luo Bing honestly translated the original message. Upon hearing it, Yiluo immediately lost his temper and angrily shouted back in a flurry of words, his face filled with rage.
"Your Majesty, Lord Yiluo says that the consequences should be... Your Majesty," Luo Bing trembled as he conveyed the message, biting his lip as he continued, "It won't be as simple as ceding cities!"
Seeing Yiluo's arrogant demeanor and Prime Minister Huang standing quietly with an inscrutable expression, Qing Luan couldn't help but smile wryly. He softly remarked, "Lord Yiluo, you will win because our court lacks winter supplies, won't you?"
"Hmph!" Yiluo did not respond verbally but haughtily snorted and turned away, ignoring everyone else.
Qing Luan was not angry. She rubbed her hands and, after a moment of thought, said, "Your Majesty, since the negotiations have failed, may we allow these envoys to leave?"
The Emperor did not waste any more words and nodded in agreement with her suggestion.
Yiluo and the others were escorted out, and as they left, their eyes filled with anger and resentment met Qing Luan's bright smile.
"What are you still doing here now that it's over?" Brent questioned her disdainfully, clearly unimpressed.
"Your Majesty," the confident and graceful Qing Luan suddenly knelt down, her face filled with sorrow. "I have a grievance that needs addressing!" Missing this opportunity, she truly did not know if she would get another chance.
This unexpected turn of events surprised everyone, including Bai Song. It was not part of their agreed-upon script, leaving him bewildered. He feared that if things escalated, the Emperor would blame Qing Luan for her lack of discretion, and he might not be able to save himself then.
The Emperor, who had remained calm until now, was no longer at ease. He looked at the kneeling girl in front of him with a puzzled expression and asked in a deep voice, "What grievance do you have?"
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