"Foreign envoys dared to be this arrogant on Ming Dynasty soil?"
"Korea? Wasn't Korea at war?" the young man in sapphire-blue robes said disdainfully. "They're still clinging to the Ming Dynasty, begging us to send troops to rescue them, yet they dare ignore us like this."
The two exchanged a glance, and wicked ideas immediately sprang to mind.
Everyone Pan Yu had brought had just come down from the battlefield, their bodies steeped in Killing Intent.
Though they had just disembarked and hurried along the road, leaving their heads somewhat muddled, they still dutifully kept watch when it was their turn.
Thus, the moment they heard light footsteps approaching the envoys' room, the soldier sitting cross-legged inside instantly opened his eyes. Gripping his saber, he silently moved to the window.
He saw three figures sneaking over and pressing themselves against the envoys' window.
The soldier could not help frowning. He looked at his companion and signaled him.
His companion frowned and lowered his voice. "I recognize them. They're attendants to those two Sun family relatives at the post station today. I saw them reporting matters during dinner. They're relatives of the Imperial family—we ought to show some restraint, shouldn't we?"
"Hmph, why bother with that? These people are skulking about. One look tells you they mean no good. So what if they're Imperial relatives? For the sake of relations between our two nations, how many men did we lose when we sent troops to Korea? If the national envoys met with an accident at a post station outside the Capital City today, our deaths would mean nothing, but the efforts of tens of thousands in the great army would be ruined in one stroke."
"Then what do we do?"
"The instant they pry open that window, take them down. If