"The Hall of Martyrs?"
At Jiang Xiaobai's words, Helian Zhaoyue frowned and turned to Xiao Jinxuan. "Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?"
The Hall of Martyrs?
She had never heard that name before.
But... coupled with what Jiang Xiaobai had just said, it gave Helian Zhaoyue a faint sense of foreboding.
"What it means is..."
Before Xiao Jinxuan could speak, Jiang Xiaobai's voice rang out. "The Hall of Martyrs is a place dedicated to the heroic souls of the soldiers who died fighting on the Northern Frontier!"
"Once the Hall of Martyrs is built, I will personally take both your Envoy Delegations there to offer incense!"
As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai looked at Helian Zhaoyue. "Was that clear enough?"
"Absolutely not!"
Helian Zhaoyue's expression instantly turned icy, her delicate hands clenching into fists. "I will never agree to this!"
Indeed, the Great Hua soldiers who had died on the Northern Frontier had also had their hands steeped in the blood of Northern Yu's people.
And now they wanted her, the Princess of Northern Yu, to lead the Envoy Delegation there to offer incense.
What was that supposed to mean?
An admission that Northern Yu had lost the war?
Or did they want Northern Yu to bow its head to Great Hua's fallen soldiers?
How could she possibly agree to such a thing?
The more Helian Zhaoyue thought about it, the uglier her expression became. She turned back to Xiao Jinxuan. "Your Majesty of Great Hua, aren't you taking this bullying too far?"
Clearly, Xiao Jinxuan had not expected Jiang Xiaobai to bring this up directly in front of both Envoy Delegations.
Just then, Jiang Xiaobai spoke again. "Heh, this hardly counts as bullying. At most, it's coercion!"
"You!"
Helian Zhaoyue stared at Jiang Xiaobai, her eyes all but