"His Highness the Saint King!"
When the ministers in the Golden Palace Hall saw Lu Chen's dazzling figure at the entrance, they could not help calling out one after another.
For some reason, Lu Chen was only six years old and barely over a meter tall.
Yet at this moment, Lu Chen's figure in their eyes appeared incomparably majestic!
"Ceding territory to sue for peace?"
"Zhao Hui, as the Left Prime Minister of Great Qian, how do you have the nerve to say such a thing?"
"Today, you cede one city; tomorrow, another. The day after that, you'll dare to cede an entire prefecture!"
"What, are you planning to carve up half of Great Qian before you'll be satisfied?"
"If that's the case, what is Imperial Father supposed to do with the emperor's throne? He might as well hand it over to someone else!"
Lu Chen advanced step by step toward Zhao Hui's pale face, questioning him with every step.
When Zhao Hui heard that the Azure Emperor should hand the imperial throne over to someone else, sweat poured down his body. His legs went limp, and he fell straight to his knees.
"His Highness the Saint King, Your Majesty, Heaven and earth can bear witness—this subject absolutely did not mean that."
Zhao Hui prostrated himself on the ground and spoke with a trembling voice.
"You didn't mean that? Then why did you dare propose that Great Qian cede territory to sue for peace?"
"Since we're ceding territory, are you also planning to send the women of the Great Qian Imperial Family abroad for marriage alliances?"
"Do you also need me, the Great Qian Saint King, to go to another country as a hostage in exchange for its alliance and support?"
Lu Chen let out a cold snort when he