"Of course, as long as you are willing."
"However, giving money and grain is not a big issue; we can fulfill that."
"But if you want to borrow troops, this is not a trivial matter. It requires Emperor Chen and our Great Khan of Grassland to sign an alliance pact, to swear blood oaths, and report to the ancestors, declaring the willingness to join forces and never abandon each other."
"What do you think, Your Majesty?"
The atmosphere momentarily stagnated.
Ye Zhongdao and other generals, Zhou Xianping included, turned their gaze toward Chen Dingye, their eyes filled with reluctance and hope. Their palms already resting on their sword hilts, as if a single command from Chen Dingye would have them rush forward and chop off the envoy's head.
