Wei Chun's aged face had crumpled like old tree bark. He had grasped King Han's intention: to pursue war and peace simultaneously, neither withdrawing the troops immediately nor neglecting to send someone to negotiate, leaving the ultimate choice between war and peace to the North Sea Emperor.
But the terms of negotiation clearly favored the War Party, because the other side was almost certain to reject such harsh conditions.
The crucial point was that there was nothing anyone could say. If you dared step forward and say these terms were unfair to the North Sea Kingdom and that they should lower their demands, would you believe they would immediately slap you with the accusation of being an enemy spy?
Seeing the ministers below remain silent, King Han asked a question whose answer he already knew. "Do any of my ministers have anything else to say?"
What could they say? The War Party indicated that as long as the troops did not withdraw, nothing else mattered.
The Conservative Faction all looked toward Wei Chun. Helpless, Wei Chun could only say, "Your Majesty is wise!"
"Your Majesty is wise!"
All the ministers echoed him.
Seeing this, King Han smiled. "In that case, which of my ministers is willing to go to the Han Palace Royal Court and convey my wishes?"
The ministers exchanged looks. They all knew this could very well be a road of no return. The North Sea Emperor and those Grand Lords could not possibly accept such demands, and whoever went would end up imprisoned like Chen Song.
They lowered their eyes and shrank back into their ranks, not daring to make a sound, terrified that King Han would pick them.
The sight of their timid, shrinking behavior immediately angered King Han. He looked toward the Cabinet members, slightly