Please Behead This Head!

Inside the Three Rivers tent, the sudden commotion silenced everyone, and their gazes fell upon the panting tribesman.

Why is there such a commotion outside the tent?

At that moment, a slightly weak and aged voice rang out.

The speaker was an old man sitting on a chair at the very back of the tent. The chair was covered with a tiger skin, and its broad back gave it Great Qi. Sitting on it, one felt as if a tiger was crouching and a dragon was coiled.

However, the person sitting in the chair at this moment, although imposing and with a large frame, had a face full of wrinkles, exuding a sense of hardship, and most of his hair was white, giving him the appearance of being very old.

His long beard hung down from his chin to his chest.

This man is the Lord of Three Rivers, Yebalu, who led the rise of the Three Waters Tribe.

Yebalu was not yet fifty, but the harsh weather of the Grasslands and Ice Plains had prematurely aged him. In addition, in order to make his tribe rise, he did not hesitate to spend his lifespan to improve the tribe's Fortune when he was young. All of this destined him to have one foot in the grave at his current age.

A recent cold accelerated this process.

Upon hearing Yebalu's question, the tribesman who had rushed in calmed his breathing, knelt on one knee, and placed one hand on his chest. "Reporting to the Khan, those Central Plains people have suddenly started a disturbance!"

"The Central Plains people are causing trouble? Just as Heluolü, once the news leaks out, they will show their true colors. Everything they did before was just a smokescreen to deceive us." Sukai hearing this, the eldest prince, Sugai, showed a hint of joy. He also knelt on one knee and said to the Khan of the Three Rivers, "I hope Father Khan will allow Sukai to capture all those Central Plains people!"

"Sukai, from what you're saying, you already anticipated this?" Yebalu frowned and asked weakly. His words were directed at Sukai, but his eyes were fixed on Heluolü.

The latter quickly stepped forward, prostrated himself, and then cautiously raised his head, saying, "Khan, this servant did indeed give the eldest prince an idea, but it was to force those Central Plains people to reveal their true colors. Those Central Plains people have always been treacherous and cunning, unlike the brave and martial men of my Grasslands. They say one thing to your face and another behind your back."

"What exactly happened?" Old Han had lost his patience, and his energy was much lower than before. After saying a few words, his face was full of exhaustion.

Sukai he had said enough, said directly, "Father Khan, I deliberately told that woman from the Central Plains that I was going to capture the entire Central Plains delegation and hand them over to the Rouluo, just to force them to reveal their true colors."

"You've already said you're going to arrest them. Are you expecting everyone to just surrender?" Duolu stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "Father Khan, Central Plains the Central Plains: 'In times of war, envoys are not to be killed.' The Emperor of the Central Plains has sent an envoy, showing goodwill. Even if we, the Three Rivers, don't join forces with them, there's no need for us to become enemies!"

"It's too late to say all this," Sukai sneered. "The men I've arranged will be dispatched soon. This time, they provoked us, causing trouble in front of my Three Rivers Khan's tent. What other excuse do they have?"

"Alright, I'm not going to concern myself with your affairs anymore. Let's quell this riot first!" The old Khan, increasingly weary, waved his hand. "Go and arrest all those envoys from the Central Plains..."

Upon hearing this, Duolu's face turned ashen, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, while Sukai curled into a smile.

However, at that moment, a voice came from outside the tent—

"No need for you all to trouble yourselves. Meng Qingbin, the chief envoy of Great Rui, is right here. If you have anything to say, there's no need to arrest us. Just speak frankly." As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qingbin lifted the curtain and walked in first, followed by Di Ai and the others. The group entered in single file.

With a whoosh, seven or eight people walked in. They were all thin civil officials, two of whom were seriously ill due to their inability to adapt to the climate of the Northern Desert. Their faces were flushed, but they still brought an imposing presence.

"What's going on? You Central Plains people, do you intend to assassinate the Khan?" Heluolü reacted quickly, jumping up to accuse Meng Qingbin and the others.

Sukai Gai sneered, "We have treated you with courtesy, providing you with food, drink, and lodging. Why are you causing trouble here? Guards, seize them all!" As soon as he finished speaking, the nobles from the Three Rivers in the tent, along with several guards, stood up and forced him over.

These men, of varying heights, were all robust and strong, their clothes and animal hides bulging under their weight. As they surrounded them, their ferocity was palpable! Their imposing presence created a palpable pressure, and the atmosphere inside the tent grew heavy.

This was meant to scare the Central Plains envoys, make them look foolish, and then put on a satirical show. The scene of Meng Qingbin arguing vehemently two days ago was still fresh in everyone's minds, and they were determined to get revenge.

Unexpectedly, faced with such a formidable force, while some members of the delegation showed fear and others took two steps back, Meng Qingbin, the leader, remained calm, staring directly at the approaching Three Rivers Tribe, and said indifferently, "What? So many strong and powerful warriors, are you afraid of a few weak and powerless scholars like us? If word gets out, won't we be laughed at by other tribes? Originally, you Hu people only have martial prowess to offer; you are useless in everything else. If people find out that you are besieging the old and weak, even your martial prowess will be ridiculed."

"Shut up!" Sukai roared in anger, stepping forward as if to strike!

Meng Qingbin narrowed his eyes, a hint of fear flashing in them, but it quickly disappeared.

"Stop..." At this moment, the voice of the old Khan Wang Yebalu rang out. Even though he was physically weak, his prestige remained. This voice immediately stopped the crowd's anger.

"People of the Central Plains," Yebalu looked at Meng Qingbin, "You're saying such things, so you don't intend to unite with my Three Rivers."

Meng Qingbin was not intimidated by the old Khan's imposing manner. He smiled contemptuously and said, "If your department had even a little intention to cooperate, things would not have turned out this way, and you would not have deliberately laid bait, created an excuse, and arrested us."

"Haha," Yebalu laughed and shook his head, "My eldest son may have deliberately orchestrated this, but from your words, it's clear that you look down on us Three Rivers people. In that case, what he did can't be considered wrong."

Upon hearing this, a member of the Three Rivers noble family inside the tent roared, "Outrageous! You Central Plains people are so weak; I could crush several of you with a single finger. How dare you look down on us!"

The pent-up anger is showing signs of erupting again.

"Whether others respect you or not is not up to me, but up to you yourselves." Meng Qingbin seemed to have nothing to lose, ignoring everyone else and Yebalu.

"What do you mean by that?" Yebalu seemed quite curious about this statement.

A glint of light flashed in Meng Qingbin's eyes as he said, "It wouldn't be difficult to explain, but things have come to this point, and it seems there's no room for negotiation. So, I beg Your Majesty of the Three Waters Kingdom to grant me a request."

"Don't call me 'My Lord,' that was bestowed upon me by your emperor without authorization, it doesn't count." The old Khan waved his hand, said nothing more, and asked, "What is your request?"

Meng Qingbin narrowed his eyes and stretched out his neck. "Please cut off this head!"

"What?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the tent was stunned. The old Khan was equally surprised, and his expression changed drastically.

Even Di Ai and the others showed surprise, exchanged glances, and looked worried. They then secretly became wary, preparing to try to capture one or two people as hostages if the situation turned bad.

"Since you've set up this scheme, let's not beat around the bush. Just take my fine head and give it to Rouluo, thus creating a personal feud with my Great Rui. As long as Great Rui survives and Three Rivers survives, there will eventually be a resolution. I just don't know if you Three Rivers dare to do it or not?" Meng Qingbin ignored everything else and just spoke with a stiff neck.

But when he said that, the nobles of Three Rivers in the tent looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what to do. No one stepped forward, and even Sukai hesitated.

"What exactly do you mean?" The old Khan had led a clan, grown it into a powerful force, and had seen many storms; he wouldn't truly be at a loss.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside the tent—

"What Envoy Meng means is that you are all ungrateful, only practicing martial arts and neglecting moral cultivation. You are unaware of the overall situation and the ebb and flow of power, thus missing an opportunity! The calamity for the Three Rivers clan may begin today!"

Call!

His words were like a whirlwind, causing the large tent to ripple and the tables and chairs inside to shift!

As soon as the voice came in, Duolu, whose expression was solemn, was suddenly stunned, and Di Ai and the others also looked surprised.

Who is it?

Several nobles from Three Rivers roared, full of imposing manner, but what greeted them were two figures shooting in from outside the tent!

With two "thuds," two people flew in like sharp swords, crashing into the roaring nobleman from Three Rivers, eliciting two muffled groans, and the group rolled into a heap.

Those who looked over couldn't help but gasp. The two people who had shot in were none other than two cultivators from the Three Rivers Tribe, both at the peak of the Third Realm. They were supported by the Three Rivers Tribe as their means of survival on the edge of the Ice Plains.

Just now, Pang Qianru made her move, and it was these two who immediately suppressed her offensive. The latter could only barely defend herself with her unique Cultivation Method until the guards from the Marquis's mansion, who were hiding nearby, intervened and turned the tide. Then, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, restraining each other.

But right now, these two experts were lying on the ground convulsing with blood streaming from their mouths, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes unfocused, clearly their souls had been broken!

Upon Yebalu this, Yebalu's pupils dilated suddenly. He took a deep breath and raised his voice, "Who is this extraordinary person? Please come out, Yebalu will certainly treat you to wine and meat!"

Zzzzt!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire tent split open, exposing everyone inside to the vast sky.

"I, Qiu, am not worthy of the king's wine and meat." Dressed in Confucian robes, Qiu Yan walked slowly but quickly, a gentle breeze blowing under his feet. Behind him, the Three Rivers Tribe lay sprawled out in disarray. Beside him, Qiu An carried a cloth bag and followed closely without saying a word.

After taking a few steps, Qiu Yan stopped and cupped his hands, saying, "Qiu Yan, Deputy Envoy of Great Rui, greets the King of the Three Waters Kingdom."

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