The An Emperor frowned in displeasure.

Every civil and military official in the court looked grim.

Li Hanru stepped out of the ranks and said in a deep voice, "How dare a Xiliang subject run wild in the court of our Great Xuan! Aren't you afraid our Great Xuan's Prince Regent will lead an army and flatten your Xiliang?"

Li Hanru had been recalled to the capital and restored to office, serving once more as the Great Xuan's Left Chancellor.

Yan Zhao blinked. Since when does the Great Xuan have a Prince Regent? Who is this Prince Regent?

His gaze swept the hall and came to rest on Prince Wu.

Could this Prince Wu of the Great Xuan have been made Prince Regent?

It was possible. Word was that Prince Wu had been a great help in Ning Chen's swift march on the capital, so naming him Prince Regent afterward would only be natural.

He had once guarded the western frontier and had dealt with Xiliang plenty of times.

So Yan Zhao knew him fairly well. He knew the man had some ability... But to fight his way into Xiliang the way Ning Chen had? That was pure wild imagining.

Yan Zhao couldn't hold back a cold laugh. He said contemptuously, "Him? He thinks he can fight his way into our Xiliang?

Leng Wenyan has brought his hundred-thousand-plus troops over to our Xiliang. Our Xiliang's soldiers are strong now, and its horses fit. And your Great Xuan—is it still the Great Xuan it used to be?"

With that, he looked at the An Emperor and said arrogantly, "Emperor of the Great Xuan, if you accept our Xiliang's terms, everything can be discussed.

If you don't, then don't blame our Xiliang when an army comes down on you... By then, if you want to accept, it won't be just these two terms anymore."

The An Emperor's lovely face went dark with menace. "Envoy of Xiliang, if you have the nerve, say that again."

Yan Zhao sneered. "Once? Why not ten times? Right now the Great Xuan's territory is split apart, and…