After exchanging greetings, Jia Wuqun and the other two boarded the carriage, while their flying mounts were handed over to the embassy staff for arrangements.
They had no choice but not to ride their flying mounts directly into the city. Under normal circumstances, flying mounts were not permitted to enter a kingdom's capital without authorization, especially during wartime. Forcing their way in could easily cause misunderstandings; they had to report in and obtain permission first.
The Song Kingdom delegation's status made entering the city convenient enough. Once inside, Jia Wuqun lifted the carriage curtain with one hand and gazed out at the bustling streets, his expression blank and silent.
After weighing it over and over, he had ultimately come openly rather than sneaking in, and he intended to stay at the Song Kingdom embassy.
Southern Prefecture had merely entrusted the matter to him without dictating how it should be done. He had his own concerns.
First, his own status and background would make things easier. Second, he did not quite trust the two people Southern Prefecture had assigned. They claimed that just the two of them could protect him—how could he possibly rest easy? It was safer to draw on Song Kingdom's power.
He had no intention of losing his life over this matter.
When the convoy arrived at the embassy, the group got out and entered. Accommodations had long been prepared for them.
Once settled in, Jia Wuqun did not rush to rest. He held a long talk with Song envoy Mai Deman, first asking about the general situation in Jin Kingdom's capital. Naturally, the subject extended to the war. Faced with this man, Mai Deman answered as fully as he could, holding nothing back. The envoys of the various kingdoms had basically all been promoted by Zi Pingxiu,