Outside the pavilion, Blood-clothed Marquis and the three generals were waiting, their expressions calm and showing no emotion. They all knew that this confrontation would be long, and every decision of the two people in the pavilion would affect the future direction of the two dynasties.
Northern Mongol Royal Court and Great Xia have fought until today. The situation has become very clear. In the overall situation, Northern Mongolia clearly has the upper hand. Therefore, in this negotiation, Northern Mongolia still has the initiative.
Fan Lingyue single-handedly pushed Great Xia into the precarious situation it is in today. This time, Xia Emperor was assassinated, which made the thousand-year dynasty have the momentum to fall apart.
Ning Chen knew very well that Xia Emperor's death was absolutely inseparable from Fan Lingyue. This stab was too hard and the time was right.
Back then, if Xia Emperor had died on that mountain, Great Xia would not have reached this point.
At that time, the wings of the two Imperial Prince were not yet full, and Xia Emperor fell off a cliff and disappeared. No one was sure whether he was alive or dead. Most of the dignitaries in the DPRK chose to wait and see, and did not dare to take sides easily.
Nowadays, Third Prince and Tenth Prince have become the general trend, and their power is spread throughout the government and the public. If they want to be cut off, Great Xia will definitely be hurt.
Human nature is greedy, and sometimes they will do anything for that dragon chair.
Fan Lingyue is the best at grasping people's hearts, pushing Great Xia step by step into the sea of fire Blade Mountain. Great Xia cannot avoid it and can only hold on.
In the pavilion, the two of them had their own thoughts, but they remained calm on the surface. They were making tea and tasting tea in a peaceful atmosphere.
In addition to being enemies, they had also been friends in the past.
"How does it taste?" Fan Lingyue asked softly.
"It's slightly bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. It's a good tea," Ning Chen commented.
"This tea comes from the Yunwu Mountains in Northern Mongolia. The environment is very cold, so the tea produced has a unique taste." Fan Lingyue poured another cup of tea, pushed it in front of Ning Chen, and explained.
"I didn't expect you to have such extraordinary attainments in Central Plains's tea art." Ning Chen sighed. Tea art is easy to learn but not easy to master, and requires a lot of time and energy to practice. However, this law seems to have no effect here at Fan Lingyue. He really wants to know what else in the world this woman cannot do.
Hearing Ning Chen's admiration, Fan Lingyue smiled faintly. She learned Central Plains's culture for no other reason than to better understand this beautiful land. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
"Mingyue are you okay?" Fan Lingyue lowered his head and asked while making tea.
"You can eat and sleep, it's as good as it gets," Ning Chen replied.
"Then I'm relieved." Fan Lingyue responded lightly, then continued, "I really didn't expect you to break into the palace in Beimeng and kidnap Mingyue. Fortunately, Xia Emperor is also dead, so we are even."
"Consort Wan was sent by you, right?" Ning Chen asked.
"Well" Fan Lingyue did not deny it.
"Who is she?" Ning Chen asked a question that he had never dared to confirm.
"Qing Family's eldest daughter, Qing Wuhen" Fan Lingyue answered honestly.
"Sure enough," Ning Chen sighed in his heart. When he was in the capital of Northern Mongolia, he heard that Qing Family's eldest daughter had not shown up for nine years. He didn't take it to heart at the time. It wasn't until Xia Emperor was assassinated that he remembered it again. The time when Qing Wuhen disappeared coincided so much with the time when Consort Wan entered the palace, it was suspicious no matter how you looked at it.
"The army behind you is too close to Northfall City. Mingyue is afraid of the noise, so you should retreat a little." Ning Chen took a sip of tea and said naturally.
"How much is the refund?" Fan Lingyue poured another glass for him and asked.
"It's still the same as before, two hundred miles away," Ning Chen thought for a while and said.
"Okay, but I want to see Mingyue," Fan Lingyue said.
Ning Chen did not agree immediately and postponed, "This matter is a bit troublesome. I need to think about it."
He must be more cautious about the woman in front of him. Now, Little Mingyue is the only advantage in his hand, and there is no room for any mistakes.
"Whenever you decide, the Northern Mongolian army will withdraw. Of course, within three days," Fan Lingyue said in a calm tone.
Ning Chen nodded, he needed to prepare in case something unexpected happened.
"Let me remind you, the old monks in the southwest can hardly sit still. You also know that if those monks stop meditating and chanting sutras, it will not be a good thing for Great Xia." At this moment, Fan Lingyue suddenly changed the topic.
Hearing this, Ning Chen's hand holding the cup suddenly stopped. This is a big deal. Once the old monk takes action, Great Xia's southwest frontier may not be able to be saved. Although Marquis Wangchuan's strength is second only to Marquis Kaixuan, it is not enough to compete with a Three Calamities Realm innate powerhouse.
Du'e Temple is not just a temple, it is a Buddhist Kingdom with over ten thousand disciples, making it extremely difficult to deal with.
"Fan Lingyue, if you drive tigers and devour wolves like this, you will get angry sooner or later," Ning Chen warned as his face gradually darkened.
"You don't need to worry about this matter. Since I have the power to drive away tigers, I also have the power to kill tigers. You'd better think carefully about how to tell your Empress Dowager about this matter," Fan Lingyue said unmoved.
Ning Chen's eyes were filled with worry. Changsun was already having a hard time just dealing with the things in the imperial city. If Great Xia had another problem in the southwest, Changsun might not be able to hold on anymore.
"Fan Lingyue, you have brought so much war to the world, so what if you win the war, the people of both dynasties will suffer after all," Ning Chen sighed.
"Life is full of things, first bitter and then sweet. How can you appreciate the sweetness without going through all the suffering? Just like this tea, if it is sweet in the mouth, the aftertaste is just boring." Fan Lingyue said lightly.
"But after all, life is not about tasting tea. Even after suffering, you may not be happy. You can't decide other people's lives." Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
Fan Lingyue glanced at the former, a hint of ridicule flashed across his beautiful face, "In this world, the strong have always dominated the weak. Are you really so naive that you think everyone can decide their own destiny?"
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
Fan Lingyue stood up, looked towards the distant south, and continued, "The weak rely on the strong, and the strong rely on the stronger. This is human nature. There can be no absolute fairness in the world, and it is not fair for the weak to want it. What they need is a strong person who can guide them. Since they want something, they will naturally have to pay the price."
Having said this, Fan Lingyue turned sideways, looked at Ning Chen, and said calmly, "Marquis of Knowing Fate, what do you think the ban on your account by Xia Emperor means? He wants you to know his fate. Settle down and see yourself clearly. In Xia Emperor's eyes, you are just a servant. No matter how talented you are, you can't get rid of your status as a slave. Xia Emperor is a strong man, so he has the right to do this, and you can only accept it."
Ning Chen sighed softly. He could not refute it. What Fan Lingyue said was all facts. There was nothing to quibble about.
Fan Lingyue sees everything very clearly, but is therefore indifferent to everything. She only values the final result, and the intermediate process is meaningless to her.
Just like millions of civilians in Yan Returning City, they died just because Fan Lingyue was unwilling to waste too many troops in Yan Returning City. Massacre of the city was the simplest and most effective way.
In Chinese history, such things have also happened. In the most powerful Yuan Dynasty, the Mongolian cavalry massacred cities many times because there were no extra troops left.
He couldn't refute Fan Lingyue's approach, but he couldn't approve it either.
Different ideas are the main reason why they are growing apart.
"Fan Lingyue, I admit that I can't convince you, but again, I will do my best to stop you." Ning Chen stood up, looked at the beautiful but ruthless face of the woman in front of him, and said seriously.
"I hope you can do it," Fan Lingyue said flatly.
The atmosphere of the conversation was tense and there was no point in talking any more. Ning Chen said goodbye with fists in his hands and turned around to leave.
Today, the negotiation has just begun. Even so, the information he got is enough to give Changsun a headache.
He felt strange when he met that little bald donkey in Northern Mongolia before. He didn't expect that Fan Lingyue would really drag Du'e Temple into the war.
After Ning Chen left, in the pavilion, Fan Lingyue picked up a cup of tea. When he was about to drink it, he suddenly coughed violently, and the tea turned red.
If possible, she really wanted to borrow another ten years from heaven, then she would be 100% sure to build a huge dynasty for Northern Mongolia.
On the other side, after Ning Chen returned to Northfall City, he immediately wrote a letter about today's events and sent it to the imperial city. Especially regarding Du'e Temple, he repeatedly warned Changsun to deal with it carefully.
There are trained messenger eagles in the army, which are extremely fast and can deliver messages in one day.
He didn't know if it was too late, but he had to tell Changsun about this matter.
Great Xia is not without people who can stop Du'e Temple from hosting. At least he knows two people. However, whether he can persuade Changsun depends on his ability.
For monsters like Xiantian, no one can force them to do anything unless they want to. A ninth-grade strong man can still die with their numbers, but the only one who can stop Tiantian is Xiantian.
Little Mingyue was waiting quietly on the side. After seeing Ning Chen finishing his business, he came over and pulled the latter's sleeves.
Ning Chen then remembered that Little Mingyue was still eagerly waiting for the result, so he smiled apologetically and explained the negotiation conditions between him and Fan Lingyue to the little girl in detail.
"Want to see her?" After saying that, Ning Chen rubbed Little Mingyue's hair and asked.
"I think" Mingyue responded honestly.
She had grown up under the care of sister Lingyue since she was a child. Unfortunately, since the war between the two dynasties began, they never had the chance to meet again.
"I need to prepare. Your sister Lingyue is so powerful. I'm afraid she will snatch you away as soon as I take you out." As he spoke, Ning Chen felt helpless. He had suffered enough losses at the hands of Fan Lingyue and had to be more careful.
Mingyue didn't answer. She was very conflicted now. She didn't know whether she should expect to be rescued by sister Lingyue.
Although she was a hostage, the bad guys were really good to her and even risked their lives to protect her. Moreover, she felt more and more now that this war should not continue.
She does not expect Northern Mongolia to defeat Great Xia, she only hopes that the soldiers of Northern Mongolia can return to their country safely.