An opportunity like this, one that would allow the Northern Border to rest and recuperate, might not come again if missed.
So there was no other choice.
Emperor Muwu took a deep breath and said, "Tang Zhongli, I recall you are fluent in the Wazhen language. Go at once to the Ministry of Rites, and together you will devise a plan. Since they sue for peace, see to it that it is handled properly!"
Tang Zhongli kowtowed. "As Your Majesty commands."
Jiang Zhao Yuan was stunned.
'It's... it's settled just like that?'
'Then—'
He opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but the look on Emperor Muwu's face made him swallow his words.
Instead, it was Emperor Muwu who noticed his expression and asked, "Elder Jiang, is there anything else you wish to add?"
Jiang Zhao Yuan lowered his head. "Your Majesty has made a wise decision. This servant will naturally comply."
A hint of cold mockery flickered in Emperor Muwu's eyes.
