Xiao Baoyue's first reaction was not anger-or rather, she had not yet had time to get angry. Her first reaction was-
How dared he?
This was a Southern Man tribal chief, nothing like the Xianbei of the Northern Dynasties, who had vast households and holdings, where tugging one hair could move the whole body, and who also had to uphold the dignity and decorum of a great state. If these barbarians threw caution to the wind and turned vicious, what would they care whether he was an envoy? Had there been any shortage of Southern Man rebellions since the Eastern Han? Barbarian Guards stood inside the tent, and barbarian troops stood outside. They were effectively entirely at the Southern Man's mercy. Speaking firmly was one thing, but provoking them with outright war-was he not afraid they would throw everything aside and chop him to pieces? Could the Wenyang Tribe protect him with all its strength? Never mind a false envoy-even a real one would not dare do this. How dared he...
(The earlier text already explained the use of the terms Northern Dynasties and Eastern Han at the time, so that will not be repeated here.)
Then again, his brazen nerve stretched to the heavens. Was there anything he would not dare?
Wang Yang did not dare absolutely everything. At the very least, without confidence in his chances, he would not recklessly charge in and gamble his life.
First, Xiao Baoyue did not know that Wang Yang had been thriving in the Wenyang Tribe. To them, he was already far more than a visiting envoy. Second, although his response seemed immediate and spontaneous, he had actually assessed the situation and planned before acting.
He had already seen that, although Le Luoluo and Ang Ta each seemed fiercer than the other,