Siege of the City

Just moments ago, he had received word from the Song Kingdom Imperial Court and learned that the Yan army had buried alive six hundred thousand sons of Song. He realized Yan Kingdom had played him for a fool—what bullshit negotiations, and what of those six hundred thousand young men? With nowhere to vent the grief and fury filling his chest, he had immediately come to demand an explanation from Shang Jianxiong, only to find that Shang Jianxiong would not see him.

They had been pulling him into negotiations just before this, yet now they would not even grant him an audience. Tong Mo, who had been in charge of the negotiations, was the same. Yan Kingdom's officials, high and low, all avoided him.

Since that was how it was, he no longer cared about propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame. Right outside the palace gates, he began cursing at the top of his lungs.

He had no choice but to act this way. As Song's envoy, he had failed to protect six hundred thousand sons of Song during the negotiations, so he bore some responsibility. All he could do now was make as much noise as possible, make sure news of his cursing outside the Yan palace spread across the world.

He mourned the deaths of the six hundred thousand young men, but this undignified display was also for his own sake, so that he could give his people back home an explanation: it was not that he had failed to do his best.

At first, the guards at the palace gates ignored him, while those responsible for the matter hid behind the scenes and refused to show themselves. Yet Qian Liansheng cursed without end, and his words grew uglier and uglier. At last, the palace sent out a squad of