I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"Murong Qingcang, doesn't your son have a wife? And more than one, so why is he still eyeing other men's wives?"

He saw Murong Bo riding on horseback below the city wall, looking like a sycophant.

Wang Hu couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks about Murong Qingcang.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qincang was not angry at all, and even said with a smile:

There is an old saying in your Central Plains: "Everyone has a love for beauty."

"General Wei, women are just as capable as men, and many men in the world admire them. What's wrong with my son being admired? Not only my son, but even I..."

Upon hearing this, everyone on the city wall stiffly turned their heads, staring at Murong Qingcang in disbelief, and got goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm already quite old and have no desire to take another wife or concubine. I just feel that General Wei would be very suitable to be my daughter-in-law..."

Seeing that Murong Qingcang was about to continue, Wei Hongying quickly interrupted him: "Stop, stop, stop! Who wants to be your daughter-in-law? This general already has someone in mind. Besides, this general is only willing to marry someone from our Great Zhou. As for you Northern Mang barbarians, forget about it."

It would be better to kill her than to force her to marry into the Northern Barbarian tribes.

Her father and brothers all died at the hands of the Northern Barbarians, and she has an irreconcilable hatred for the Northern Barbarians in this life.

If she were to marry a Northern Barbarian, not only would her father and brothers in heaven not forgive her, but she herself would not forgive herself.

Murong Qingcang smiled faintly and said, "General Wei, you are mistaken. It is too early to say. Nothing is impossible in this world. The world will eventually be united and divided. Sooner or later, we will be one family."

Murong Qingcang's words sounded very nice, but everyone knew that what he really meant was that the Great Zhou would eventually be conquered by the Northern Mang and incorporated into the Northern Mang's territory.

At that point, it won't be up to Wei Hongying whether she marries or not.

However, no one had time to dwell on these matters.

Because there were more important things waiting for them.

That is the issue we must face right now.

They looked at Wei Hongying, who coldly rebuked Murong Qingcang, "Enough nonsense. Your son is making a scene down there demanding to see you. Go ahead and see him."

Murong Qingcang turned to leave the city wall to see his son, but was blocked by two soldiers with their spears.

Murong Qingcang turned around, frowning, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wang Hu sneered, "What else could it mean? We'll meet here. You think you can leave the city? Dream on! What if you try to escape? Don't forget your current status—you're a hostage, a prisoner, understand?"

Murong Qingcang immediately understood what the Great Zhou meant, and his expression turned rather unpleasant.

As far as he knew, the Great Zhou had already sent people to their Northern Mang army camp, and the Northern Mang did not do much to stop them.

Why is it that when it's their turn, he won't even let them leave the city?

Can he still run? Where can he run to?

Looking around, everything was under the control of the Great Zhou.

With only his eldest son's small force outside the city, how could he possibly rescue him in front of the Great Zhou people? That's just wishful thinking.

"Since I cannot leave the city, please let my son in. I have something to say to him."

Even after the words had been spoken for a long time, Da Zhou remained unmoved.

They were all looking at him with cold smiles.

Murong Qingcang realized what was happening and flew into a rage, "Outrageous! You forbid me from leaving the city, but are you saying my son isn't even allowed to enter?!"

"Don't forget, we agreed to send people to our Northern Mang army camp without a word."

Wang Hu, seemingly unfazed, said, "Did I, the Great General, make you Northern Barbarians agree? You agreed to it yourselves."

"If you want to see me, you can, right here. If you want to talk, you can, right here. There are things we can't hear."

"Are you planning something underhanded?"

Unjustly accused of a huge wrongdoing, Murong Qingcang naturally refused to take the blame, and angrily rebuked him:

"Outrageous! Your Great Zhou prides itself on being a land of propriety, is this your sincerity in negotiations?!"

If it were someone else, they might have backed down.

But what could they do when they ran into Wang Hu?

This is the famous "Rolling Knife Meat" from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even Emperor Xuan couldn't do anything about Wang Hu.

Murong Qingcang could only rage in vain.

"Sincerity?"

Wang Hu glanced at Murong Qingcang and said, "We, the Great Zhou, have always been sincere to others, but to you Northern Mang people who have always been untrustworthy, this is our sincerity."

"If you really don't want to see me, just say so. I, the general, will immediately order you to be escorted back. As for your son waiting outside the city, I will also send him away. What do you think?"

Murong Qingcang was furious. He clenched his fists involuntarily, and his old face turned bright red.

Over here, he and Wang Hu were arguing on the city wall, while Murong Bo's voice kept coming from below, and he still didn't know what was going on.

Left with no other option, Murong Qingcang could only utter a harsh threat: "I'll remember this. If you ever have the chance again, don't say that we Northern Mang bullied you."

After saying that, Murong Qingcang flicked his sleeves and returned to the city wall, looking down at Murong Bo.

Upon seeing his father, Murong Bo was so overjoyed that he wanted to spur his horse on and lead his men into Xuanque Pass.

But to everyone's surprise, the tightly closed gates of Xuanque Pass showed no sign of opening.

Gradually, Murong Bo realized something was wrong, frowned, and asked, "What does this mean? Why haven't you opened the city gates yet?"

Wang Hu shouted loudly, "There are many spies in the city recently, so we cannot open the city gates. Please forgive us."

"If you and your son want to meet and talk, then meet and talk right here. At worst, we'll turn our backs, cover our ears, and not look at you or listen to you. What do you say?"

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and flew into a rage.

However, he saw Murong Qingcang wink at him, telling him not to get angry.

The following time was spent in conversation between Murong Qingcang and his son Murong Bo, separated by the high walls of Xuanque Pass.

Every word was clearly transmitted to the ears of the Great Zhou people. Although they tried to cover their ears and not listen, they still listened. Not only did they listen, but they also had people write it down word by word so they could study it carefully when they got back and see if there were any coded messages that they couldn't understand on the spot.

After talking for about 15 minutes, at Murong Qingcang's signal, Murong Bo reluctantly led his men away, turning back every few steps.

Watching his son walk further and further away, Murong Qingcang couldn't help but say, "You treated us like this today, have you ever thought about how we will treat your people when we get back?"

You must understand that the Empress and the Snake Elder are still in the Northern Mang army camp. Once they return, they won't have a good time. This is the Great Zhou's own fault. It's not their fault; the blame lies with the Great Zhou for going too far.

Pei Qingluan, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. After coughing twice, she said weakly, "Ahem, forgive Your Highness, but we cannot agree with you. Tell me, how exactly have we treated Your Highness? Have we cruelly mistreated you, or have we tried to kill you?"

Before Murong Qingcang could answer, Pei Qingluan continued, "No, we treat the Prince no differently than we treat ordinary prisoners of war. On the contrary, the Prince and his entourage are treated better than ordinary prisoners of war in Xuanque Pass."

"But how have you treated our people? According to our investigation, the Empress and the Princess nearly died in the military camp. Is this your sincerity in exchanging hostages?!"

Pei Qingluan's words were eloquent and reasonable, leaving Murong Qingcang speechless.

Finally, he could only flick his sleeves and angrily leave the city wall...