I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Seeing that the Northern Mang delegation, led by Murong Qingcang, had all bowed, Qin Li nodded.

This was a small step back for Murong Qingcang, but a giant leap for the Great Zhou.

Murong Qingcang bowed, and from now on, all delegations from Northern Mang would have to bow and pay their respects.

The Great Zhou was no longer at a disadvantage in the face of the Northern Mang, but was now on equal footing.

Over the years, the Great Zhou has been far too weak; the Great Zhou needs to be tough!

"There's an old saying in our Central Plains: 'A wise man submits to circumstances,' and it seems Your Highness is indeed a wise man!"

With a hearty laugh, Qin Li waved his hand, "Guards, bring seats for the Prince and the delegation!"

The sudden arrival of the Northern Mang delegation immediately dampened everyone's spirits and killed any desire to celebrate.

The singing and dancing were all stopped, and the hall immediately became solemn.

Before the Northern Barbarians could even settle in, a Zhou Dynasty official couldn't help but ask:

"What brings your delegation here so suddenly?"

Your country's diplomatic mission?

Upon hearing this title, everyone turned to look at the person who spoke.

The Crown Prince just made the Great Zhou proud, and this guy is licking the boots of the Northern Barbarians like a dog. He deserves to die!

They wanted to see who this dog was.

It was Zhao Guanwen.

Oh, that's okay.

He and his brother Zhao Guanli were originally two dogs, the dogs of Emperor Xuan!

Zhao Guanwen didn't care at all about the disdain in the eyes of his own people.

Future generations will re-evaluate him and will understand his good intentions.

Although the Great Zhou repelled the Northern Barbarians and recovered the lost territory.

However, the Great Zhou Dynasty is still not comparable to the Northern Mang Dynasty; the gap in hard power is undeniable.

Murong Qingcang has suddenly arrived in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Great Zhou is in grave danger!

"What is it about?"

Murong Qingcang, who had already taken his seat, snorted coldly and picked up the wine cup on the table in front of him. "You still need to ask His Highness the Crown Prince about that."

Zhao Guanwen hurriedly looked at Qin Li, and everyone else looked at Qin Li as well.

What exactly did Qin Li do to offend Murong Qingcang? Judging from Murong Qingcang's tone, it doesn't seem to be anything good.

Moreover, anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that the fact that Murong Qingcang was unwilling to travel thousands of miles from the Northern Mang royal court to the capital of the Great Zhou is not a good thing.

Murong Qingcang has come to demand an explanation!

Qin Li raised his wine cup and said with a smile, "Today is the auspicious day of my being appointed Crown Prince, so let's not talk about state affairs."

As they were talking, Qin Li's expression suddenly changed, and he angrily said, "Who told the singing and dancing to stop? Let the singing and dancing start again, and we'll continue playing music and dancing."

Since he had promised the Empress to hold off Murong Qingcang, Qin Li couldn't go back on his word.

Delay it as long as you can, delay it as long as you can, and avoid talking about important matters as much as possible.

Qin Li gave the order, and the dancers and musicians hurriedly went up into the hall to prepare for their performance.

Qin Li wanted to stall, while Murong Qingcang wanted to retrieve his son Murong Lie's body as quickly as possible and return to the royal court.

Over the years, the Empress has become increasingly out of his control. He cannot leave the royal court for too long, otherwise things will inevitably change sooner or later.

If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't have left the royal court even if it were raining knives.

"This joyous occasion does not conflict with national affairs!"

Murong Qingcang said directly, "Speak, what does Your Highness want in order to return my son's body?"

Murong Qingcang disliked beating around the bush. As long as Qin Li's requests weren't too unreasonable, he would immediately agree and then return to the royal court with his son's corpse!

"well……"

Qin Li suddenly sighed and waved his hand, saying, "I said, on this joyous occasion, we won't discuss state affairs!"

After saying that, Qin Li gestured with his eyes for the song and dance to begin.

The dancers and musicians dared not disobey and immediately began to perform with great enthusiasm.

Murong Qingcang wanted to speak, but his voice was drowned out by the music.

Normally, Murong Qingcang would definitely calm down and appreciate it.

But now, he just downed a glass of wine and looked terrible.

"Your Highness, I believe the Crown Prince of Great Zhou is doing this on purpose, deliberately stalling for time and not giving us a chance to speak!"

A subordinate came over and whispered a kind reminder.

"I know!"

With a bang, Murong Qingcang slammed his wine cup on the table, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng, who was happily watching the song and dance.

He wanted to stall for time, but he wanted to see how long Qin Li could hold out.

Even the best performances eventually come to an end, right? He'd like to see what excuses and tricks Qin Li would have left then.

Soon, the dance ended, and under Qin Li's leadership, thunderous applause rang out in the hall.

Murong Qingcang seized the opportunity to speak, but Qin Li waved his hand and said again:

"Dance again! If you dance well, you'll be richly rewarded! Richly rewarded!"

The dancers looked at each other, then began to dance again, and the musicians began to play their instruments once more…

……

The dancers were exhausted from dancing until the wee hours of the morning, and the musicians were just as tired.

This was after several changes; if they had to dance from beginning to end, the dancers would have broken their legs and the musicians would have ruined their mouths.

The ministers, who had initially appreciated the conversation, grew bored and began to chat and drink aimlessly.

Anything becomes boring if you see it too often.

It was late, and the banquet was drawing to a close.

The ministers bowed to Qin Li and then left the palace in groups.

Murong Qingcang and his men have held out until now. Instead of leaving the palace, he went against the flow of people and headed directly towards Qin Li.

He absolutely had to get the important matters settled tonight, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.

Unexpectedly, before he and his men could get close enough, the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty suddenly blocked their way.

They went around to the left, and these people also went to the left; they went to the right, and these people also went to the right.

It was intentional, absolutely intentional!

"Get out of here!"

Murong Qingcang cursed angrily.

The group didn't back down at all, and even stretched out their arms, saying, "Your Highness, please forgive us. Our Crown Prince is drunk and doesn't like to be disturbed. If he is disturbed, he likes to act crazy and even hit people. It would be bad if Your Highness were injured."

"Therefore, we will escort Your Highness out of the palace. Please!"

"What if I say no!"

"Murong Qingcang said."

The group laughed and gestured with their mouths towards the space behind them.

They turned around and saw two rows of fully armed soldiers standing behind them, the Imperial Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince of Great Zhou has run away!" someone anxiously reminded him.

A drunken Qin Li, supported by several people, had already left the main hall through a side door.

Murong Qingcang quickly looked over, and Qin Li, who was still drunk, suddenly turned his head and looked in this direction with a smile on his lips.

It was intentional, it was intentional, or was he faking being drunk!

Murong Qingcang completely lost his guard, but before he could make a move, the people in front and behind him had already swarmed forward, simultaneously extending their arms, "Your Highness, please!"