When facing foreign tribes, Liu Xie believed in only one principle: only by making them afraid, with fear etched into their bones, would they dare not offend him.
Otherwise, the moment you showed even the slightest sign of weakness, they would dare to come and test your limits.
"Your Majesty, you absolutely must not!"
Qubei paled in alarm at these words and hurriedly knelt to plead, "We are willing to compensate you with several times the goods, cattle, and sheep. Please show mercy, Your Majesty!"
He bowed his head deeply to Liu Xie, begging desperately.
The Han commoners killed or wounded during that raid on Guanzhong had certainly been numerous. More importantly, no one knew the exact number, so even if they were to repay those lives, they had no idea how many they owed.
As for whether it would ultimately be enough, would that not depend entirely on a word from Liu Xie? In other words, they would have to keep mutilating themselves until Liu Xie was satisfied!
"It seems the Left Wise King still does not understand."
Liu Xie's expression remained indifferent, with no intention of changing his mind. He said coldly, "I am not bargaining with you. You have only two choices: accept or refuse."
"Tell me, which will you choose?"
Either they obediently delivered the heads, or they waited for Great Han's army to come. There was no third path.
Qubei's face was deathly pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
He understood that if he refused, not only would everyone in the delegation die here, but the Son of Heaven really would send troops against the Royal Court.
Those were consequences he absolutely could not bear!
Glancing at Lü Bu, who stood like an iron tower with a hostile gaze, Qubei could not help