Although General Liu found Yelü Mengya's behavior strange, he knew this was no time to ask about it, so he escorted Zhao Yuankan's carriage into the city alongside him.
"I hear they're envoys from the Song Dynasty?" Many Khitan commoners on either side of the street pointed at the carriage and discussed it in hushed voices.
"If you ask me, we should kill them."
"Kill? Is killing all you know?" someone retorted. "Wouldn't peace between our countries be a good thing? How many people have died already? If the fighting goes on, will you go to war?"
Huang Xiao paid a little attention to what these ordinary Khitan people were saying. Most did not want war. After all, war meant death, and it was commoners at the bottom like them who would be conscripted to fight and who would suffer the most deaths. Naturally, they hoped for a stable country forever free of warfare.
Of course, some Khitan people were clearly very hostile toward their party. Had Yelü Mengya and General Liu not been guarding them, those people would probably have rushed at them.
Still, these were only a small minority. Most of the commoners were rather curious about their party.
After all, most of these people had never been to Great Song and had seen very few people from there, if any, so naturally they were somewhat curious.
"General Yelü, how much farther is the Envoy Residence?" Huang Xiao rode up beside Yelü Mengya and asked.
"We're nearly there. Less than an hour," Yelü Mengya said hastily.
Watching Huang Xiao ride back to the carriage, Yelü Mengya turned his head back as well, but a trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
He now knew he could do nothing to Huang Xiao. If he tried anything else,