CHAPTER 818: CHAPTER 499: YOUNG MASTER, PREPARE TO RECEIVE MY MOVE

Wei Xianzong responded coldly, "Do you think I want to attack hard just to take all the credit?"

The strategist remained silent, seemingly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. The scene left everyone with changed expressions.

"Alright, Xianzong’s caution is commendable," Prince Heng said displeased, "But given the current situation, that Yuan Feng can’t cause much trouble."

As the master, balancing the interests of subordinates is no less challenging than waging war.

Wei Xianzong opened his mouth to speak again but suddenly saw the Princely Heir Xu Zudi step forward, cupping his hands, "Father, I am willing to go negotiate. As a member of the Royal Family, even if something unexpected happens, that Yuan Feng would not dare to do anything to me."

Prince Heng hesitated a little but finally nodded approvingly, "Since you have such ambition, you shall go to offer terms of surrender. Let all the officers and soldiers know that the Royal Mansion’s heir leads by example."

Ha, what leading by example? It’s clearly an opportunity for the heir to earn achievements... Everyone thought so but dared not voice it, and instead loudly praised.

Wei Xianzong hesitated to speak, suddenly sensing Xu Zudi’s hostile gaze, shook his head with a sigh, and sat down gloomily.

...

"Xu Zudi is coming personally?" In the main tent of the Five Army Camp, Zhao Douan sat casually in the chief seat, playing with the Tiger Talisman in his right hand, raising his eyebrow upon hearing the news, with an odd expression:

"This guy is just as arrogant and foolish as ever."

He originally thought he could only attract some ordinary civil servants and military officers from the Qingzhou Faction, but didn’t expect Zhenbao’s cousin to be so bold.

The Commander of Divine Machine Camp, Shi Meng, smiled and said, "Sir, it seems they think they have us in the bag."

The Young Master Tang Ping, due to his special status, was also in the tent, peeling a baked sweet potato by the stove. Upon hearing this, he scoffed:

"They must think that with Your Majesty absent, no one dares to harm this Royal Family kin, so they’re fearless."

Zhao Douan tossed aside the Tiger Talisman, stroked his chin with a smile, and said:

"Then let the Young Master enter. Shi Meng, you all hide outside first. Commander Yuan, you will negotiate with him. Heh, first probe him indirectly, we’re not in a hurry, the Divine Mechanism Camp also needs time to prepare for battle, right? Oh, and get me a set of armor."

With that, he wiped his right hand across his face, and the Disguise Mask squirmed. His features quickly transformed from handsome to average, resembling a common reader, and he stood up, patting his pants, saying, "I’ll watch the show from the side."

Ah, well, Yuan Feng, being serious by nature, couldn’t quite keep up with Zhao Douan’s pace. Seeing the Divine Mechanism Camp’s officers leave, Zhao Douan changed into a Deputy General’s attire, standing tall and straight at one side of the tent, acting as a guard.

He had to brace himself and instructed the other military officers, "Bring them in."

The layout within the tent was simple, merely a long table, a brazier in the corner, and a weapon rack beside it.

Zhao Douan waited leisurely for a moment, then heard footsteps outside the tent. Suddenly, a hand darted into the tent and lifted up!

Whoosh—

The tent door was flung open, dim sunlight streamed in from outside, and an elderly man with a grim face, wearing a long gray robe and with arms so long they almost reached his knees, swept his sharp gaze across the generals of the Five Army Camp within the tent.

He then stepped back to reveal a four-person team behind him, led by one wearing luxurious clothing, holding a folding fan, with red lips and white teeth, a pristine face with a crown, chin slightly lifted, and an air of superiority. Even on this battlefield, his cloud-patterned boots were barely touched by dust.

"Hah, Commander Yuan, such grandeur. This heir graces you with my presence, yet the generals of the Five Army Camp seem to be waiting so leisurely. As expected of General Xue’s capable disciple, even surrendering, you still maintain your stance, tsk tsk."

The Heir of Prince Heng had a smile at the corner of his mouth, his words filled with undisguised displeasure and anger.

Zhenbao’s cousin, the heir of the Vassal King, Xu Zudi!

Zhao Douan, playing the role of Deputy General, became slightly alert. It had been over half a year since he last saw this guy, and Xu Zudi’s demeanor had not changed at all from before.

Equally arrogant, condescending, and brash, looking at others with sideways glances.

The last time, Xu Zudi had stood up for Li Lang, detained Zhao Douan’s subordinates and made him come to redeem them, using a dagger and apple game to humiliate him.

Unfortunately, due to his status as heir, Zhao Douan couldn’t teach him a lesson and let him swagger back to Qingzhou.

But this time, everything is different.

"Greetings to the Young Master." Yuan Feng, seated at the chief seat, reluctantly rose, struggling to avoid looking at the ferocious Zhao Yan standing to the side.

He cupped his fists, his face calm, "Prince Heng has no decree yet left the fiefdom with troops to ’rescue the king’ in the capital, which is against the rules. We are not surrendering today but negotiating to avoid further casualties..."

"Ha!"

Xu Zudi sneered, casting a glance sideways as a follower behind him brought over an empty chair for him.

Placing it under the noble rear of the Young Master.

Xu Zudi sat down with grandeur, flicked open his fan with a snap, and disdainfully said, "Stubborn as a dead duck, fine, this heir is magnanimous. If you wish to negotiate, then negotiate. However, this heir did not come here to waste breath with you. Let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point."

He raised his chin, his tone arrogant, "To negotiate is possible. The requirement remains the same: Commander Yuan, order your camp to cease resistance and surrender to our King’s Army from Prince Heng’s Mansion! If you comply, this heir can promise not to hold you accountable for insubordination, and if you all serve our Prince Heng’s Mansion diligently to eliminate traitors within the city, when my father ascends to the throne, you all will be ministers of merit..."

Zhao Douan’s expression was peculiar, shaking his head internally, thinking Prince Heng must also lack brains. At this time, coming to accept surrender should have a "friendly" demeanor, yet this arrogant and threatening posture only makes it harder to persuade.

He recalled some gossip stories from World War II history and found it unsurprising.

If one delves into history, they’ll find absurdities everywhere... such arrogance is quite commonplace.

As expected, after Xu Zudi’s speech, all the generals in the tent showed expressions of anger.

Too bullying!

Usually, negotiations involve making offers. But Xu Zudi, with just two lips, offered an empty pardon and an empty promise, with nothing substantial.

Yuan Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, "Young Master, we serve the court; what crimes do we have? Does Prince Heng intend to punish us further? The officers and soldiers of our Five Army Camp..."

Xu Zudi suddenly narrowed his eyes, snapped his fan shut with a slap, sarcastically and harshly cut him off: "You need to understand, speaking of negotiation here is just you being hardheaded. Fine, this heir is generous, if you want to negotiate, then let’s negotiate. However, I did not come here to bandy words with you and waste my breath, let’s cut that out. We can negotiate, but my request stands. Commander Yuan, give the order for the entire camp to lay down arms immediately, surrender to Prince Heng’s Mansion. Not only will you receive an amnesty, but those who diligently work for our mansion, and help eliminate traitors within the city, will not be imprisoned, and will retain their official positions with great use, or are these terms not enough for you? Remember, those who want more will swallow the elephant whole! "

He suddenly stood up, glaring at Yuan Feng, ignoring everyone else in the tent: "You must be clear; I have to achieve this merit. As the Princely Heir, I came to accept the surrender for a splendid victory!"

Yuan Feng tried his best to maintain composure, remained motionless, and couldn’t help but glance at Zhao Yan in the corner of the tent.

Suddenly, without warning, Xu Zudi threw the folding fan in his hand with force, aiming it at Yuan Feng!

This strike didn’t have much destructive power, it was simply an undisguised provocation, threat, and disrespect!

Just like when a master gets angry and throws things.

Xu Zudi was determined to assert dominance. As the heir, he wanted a grand display of his authority when accepting surrender!

Yuan Feng restrained himself, remained motionless, and couldn’t help but glance toward Zhao Yan, who was standing to the side.

Suddenly, a nonchalant hand reached out and caught the fan in mid-air with a snap!

"Snap."

Zhao Douan casually remarked, "The Young Master still loves to throw things at people."

As he spoke, his wrist flicked the fan, and with a quick motion, it flew back toward Xu Zudi like a flash of light, aiming straight at his face!

"Young Master, catch!"

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