Song Qingshu secretly laughed. Compared to his sister Zhao Min, Wang Baobao was far more rough and direct.
"Young Prince, absolutely not." Sure enough, some Mongol officials began to panic. "The Great Khan is currently focusing most of his efforts on the western nations, while negotiations with Southern Song are underway here in the Central Plains. If we kill Southern Song's envoys now, it may ruin the Great Khan's plans. If the Great Khan holds us accountable, even Prince Ruyang will not be able to bear the consequences."
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. It seemed the Mongol Empire's focus truly was shifting westward. He had to make good use of this time. Otherwise, once the Mongol Empire conquered the west and gathered the resources of the entire world to conquer the Central Plains, the tide would become unstoppable, and it would be too late to stop it.
Wang Baobao snorted. "I'm not that stupid. At worst, we'll detain the Southern Song envoys without killing them. Then let's see how Li Kexiu negotiates peace with Southern Song."
"The Young Prince's plan is indeed brilliant. Hasn't Li Kexiu been pretending to be agreeable and compliant with us all along? Then we'll seize the Southern Song delegation and pull the rug out from under him, cutting off his other options," another Mongol official chimed in.
Wang Baobao was quite pleased with his subordinate's response. Turning to the other side, he asked, "Have you found the Southern Song delegation's true lodging place?"
"The Southern Song delegation had been well concealed, but today, when the Jin Dynasty's imperial envoy led men into Yuqing Temple, Li Kexiu, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately came out to rescue them. It was highly suspicious. This subordinate sent men to investigate further and confirmed that the Southern