The Demon Lords

Chapter 440 51 Both Sides_3

Zheng Fan felt that this role as an envoy was probably a hasty decision made by Li Fusheng. He had none of the typical items an envoy would use.

To avoid getting shot into a sieve before he could even reach the city gate, they hastily made a flag that A Ming held.

This flag... no matter how you look at it, it was just ridiculous...

However, it did have an effect. As the three of them rode up, they could clearly see many silhouettes on the city wall, but no one fired an arrow.

When they reached the gate, a voice from above shouted, "Who goes there?"

Zheng Fan looked up and shouted, "An envoy from Great Yan, here by order for an audience with the Qian Emperor!"

Then came the wait, which lasted for more than an hour.

Finally, three baskets were lowered from above.

Zheng Fan and his companions dismounted and stepped into the baskets. The baskets were hoisted up to the top of the city wall.

After getting out, Zheng Fan began adjusting his clothes. Actually, there was nothing much to adjust; it was just a habitual movement.

At this moment, a middle-aged civil official dressed in a green robe stood before Zheng Fan and the others. He said, "I am Shao Wenjie, the Junior Minister of Honglu Temple, appointed by His Majesty to escort the Yan envoy to be presented to His Majesty."

Zheng Fan nodded at him.

Shao Wenjie was taken aback and asked, "Envoy from Yan, could you present your credentials and seal for this official to examine?"

"Credentials? Seals? Didn't bring them."

A smirk of disdain immediately appeared at the corner of Shao Wenjie's mouth as he said, "As expected of the coarse Yan people, they can't even observe basic diplomatic courtesy!"

The surrounding soldiers also began to jeer, though their laughter seemed somewhat forced.

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "My apologies. We didn't expect the war to proceed so quickly. We had no time to prepare."

Shao Wenjie was left speechless.

The laughter vanished from the faces of the surrounding soldiers, replaced by expressions of rage.

This perfectly illustrated what was meant by "impotent fury."

Truth be told, Zheng Fan hadn't wanted this job initially, but once he took it on, he understood one thing: to leave this place safely, he had to put on a strong front and couldn't show weakness.

This wasn't about an envoy representing the dignity of the Yan State anymore. It's that the more domineering and unreasonable you are, the less people dare to touch you.

However, the current situation was quite favorable. It was the Qian State that was besieged, so he felt thoroughly confident.

Famous envoys in history were mostly from weaker states to stronger ones, displaying either great courage or strategic brilliance. Each had their own unique charm.

Envoys from stronger states to weaker ones, however, weren't particularly special. They were universally arrogant.

Shao Wenjie said nothing more. He wasn't qualified to comment; with the situation so critical and the Yan State army already at the gates of the imperial capital, only His Majesty and the various ministers could make decisions. He couldn't overstep.

"Envoy from Yan, please follow me."

Zheng Fan also made a gesture of invitation, then followed behind Shao Wenjie.

Accompanying them down from the city wall tower were two squads of armored soldiers, their armor gleaming brightly. These had to be the Qian Emperor's personal Silver Armored Guard.

Just as they descended the tower and set foot on the ground, a young, armored officer was seen leading a group of his men, rushing towards them.

Surprisingly, the Silver Armored Guards on both sides didn't stop him but instead deliberately made way for him.

"Where's the Yan barbarian? Where is he? Let your grandpa here slaughter him to go with my wine!!!"

The young officer was extremely arrogant.

Shao Wenjie glanced at Zheng Fan behind him, wanting to see his reaction.

However, Zheng Fan just wanted to laugh.

At this point, do the Qian State officials still want to use their old way of thinking to handle the unfolding situation?

Trying to use such methods to suppress an envoy's imposing manner?

The problem is, the Yan State army is already right outside your capital city. Who do you think you're scaring?

At this moment, Chief Zheng revealed a completely different side of himself than the one he had shown before Li Fusheng.

He pushed Shao Wenjie aside, stuck his neck out, pointed at it, and shouted, "Come on! Come on! My neck is right here! If you don't chop it off today, you're my grandson!"