"At this moment, extending a hand."
This was also where his confidence to come as an envoy stemmed from.
Otherwise, with Chen Dingye's bloody campaign still fresh, and the white bone pipa made from the thigh bone of a prairie noble in his hand, its sound still eerie and hollow, Que Teqin, no matter how brave, would not come here to die in vain.
Offering his own bones as an instrument to this mad emperor of the Central Plains.
No...
It's the former emperor of the Central Plains.
Now, he was nothing more than an indulgent drunkard, having completely lost his heroism and martial spirit, just a [stray dog]!
Que Teqin scrutinized the monarch seated above.
He had previously had the opportunity to meet Chen Dingye; back then, Chen Dingye appeared elegant and meticulous, handsome in appearance, carrying the cultured and graceful demeanor of the Central Plains people.
