I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

Just when Zhou Yixuan was wondering why the welcoming team did not go forward to greet the guests but came directly to the city wall, he heard the calm but unquestionable voice of Guan Jun Hou from beside him.

"Send someone to tell them that since I personally came to greet them, this is already a gesture of respect. Please come to the capital immediately and do not delay any more precious time."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to the team waiting outside the city.

Obviously, in his eyes, this kind of reception was already courteous enough and there was no need for any further embellishment.

These words shocked many people present.

As one of the key figures in charge of this diplomatic activity, Chen Zhiming was even more shocked: Is this really the right way to handle it?

What if South Vietnam refuses to accept it?

But now that things had come to this, he could only act according to the rules, so he called the minor official next to him, whispered a few words to him, and the official quickly left to convey the message.

On the other hand, Fang Yi seemed to not take the matter to heart at all, and instead asked the soldiers to bring him some tea...

Faced with such a situation, even an experienced person like Chen Zhiming could only shake his head helplessly.

He knew very well that there was a complex power game behind this diplomatic game.

He was well aware of the delicate relationship between the left and right prime ministers and Duke Ningguo, as well as the change in attitude towards Fang Yi.

Soon, Sun Mingwei hurried back to the top of the city, his face covered in dust and breathing heavily. He trotted all the way and finally came to Fang Yi's side, with an expression of embarrassment and worry that was difficult to conceal.

"how?"

Seeing this, Chen Zhiming hurried forward to ask.

Sun Mingwei tried hard to calm his breathing, and finally shook his head helplessly, his tone heavy: "My Lord, My Lord... After the South Vietnamese delegation learned that the only person coming to greet them was My Lord, they..." He paused obviously, as if he was considering whether he should say the next words.

"Hurry up and say it!"

Chen Zhiming's voice suddenly rose, and it was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the other party's reluctance to speak.

Sun Mingwei gnashed his teeth and said, "They actually claimed that a mere 'prince' is not worthy of receiving them, unless the 'Son of Heaven' comes to receive them personally!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the scene.

Uncontrollable anger appeared on the faces of many officials and soldiers, who were shocked and angry at such outrageous and disrespectful behavior.

Chen Zhiming, who was standing on the side, frowned slightly after hearing the news.

But the eyes hidden deep in his eyes would occasionally glance over Fang Yi, as if he had expected it.

At this moment, everyone's focus is on this young general known for his strategy - how will he deal with such an unprecedented challenge?

At this critical moment, a guard had already brought Fang Yi a cup of fragrant tea and was quietly waiting for his decision.

Surprisingly, faced with such a sticky situation, Fang Yi not only did not show any anger, but chuckled instead.

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Oh, these people from South Vietnam are really good at acting."

At this point, Fang Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Go and tell those messengers that if they want to enter the city, they should come honestly, otherwise... please do as you please."

"You are..." Everyone around was stunned, especially when they heard the last slightly threatening words. They looked at the young general in front of them in disbelief, and even doubted whether they had heard it wrong.

Chen Zhiming was also very confused by Fang Yi's words and actions, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Champion Marquis, this approach is probably not appropriate, right?"

In response, Fang Yi simply glanced at them calmly without giving any further explanation: "Didn't you hear my order? Find someone with a louder voice and repeat my words verbatim to the people below."

Seeing this, even if you have objections, you have no choice but to do it.

Soon, under Chen Zhiming's arrangement, a young man named Zhou Yixuan walked to the front of the city wall. After taking a deep breath, he shouted at the city gate with all his might: "Marquis Guanjun sends a message to you visitors from South Vietnam - if you want to enter the city, come quickly. If you don't want to enter, get out as soon as possible!"

As soon as the words fell, all the soldiers on the city wall looked at each other strangely. The South Vietnamese envoys below the city were also stunned. No one expected Fang Yi's attitude to be so tough!

Soon, the members of the South Vietnamese delegation seemed to be enraged.

The Nanyue general who had walked out earlier quickly stepped forward, holding his whip high in his hand and pointing it directly at the top of the city wall, and shouted sternly: "How dare you, a mere member of the Great Zhou royal family, be so arrogant? You are disrespectful to my Great Yue delegation, aren't you afraid of angering my Great Yue? If we leave, the next time we come to your Great Zhou capital, there will be a million strong troops!"

His voice, as loud as a gong, was chilling and full of arrogance and threats. Chen Zhiming looked at Fang Yi, feeling a little uneasy. The South Vietnamese delegation was clearly angered by Fang Yi. How was Fang Yi going to end this? If the situation got out of control, he himself might not be spared!

"Bang!" Just as everyone was guessing, Fang Yi slammed the table heavily.

"Little Nanyue, dare you threaten me?"

His face was as cold as ice, and he was obviously completely enraged. "Tell them to either come into the city honestly or get out of the border of the Great Zhou immediately... Otherwise, I will kill them without mercy!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Chen Zhiming and others could hardly believe their ears, thinking that this was not the way to welcome the South Vietnamese envoy, it was just like a direct declaration of war!

"My Lord, you absolutely cannot do that!"

Chen Zhiming, realizing the seriousness of the problem, hastily dissuaded them, fearing that the situation would escalate and trigger a larger-scale conflict between the two countries. "Don't do this!"

Facing the doubt, Fang Yi smiled coldly, with an unquestionable majesty on his face. "Your Majesty ordered me to come to welcome the South Vietnamese delegation. Are you trying to stop me?"

"My Lord, calm down. I have no such intention!"

Chen Zhiming was so scared that he quickly shook his head to explain and stepped aside, knowing that further dissuasion at this time would probably backfire.

Afterwards, Zhou Yixuan conveyed Fang Yi's meaning to the other party intactly. As expected, everyone on the South Vietnamese side seemed extremely angry, especially the accompanying guards who raised their heads and glared in the direction of the tower!

At the same time, in full view of everyone, the South Vietnamese commander rode his horse to a luxurious carriage in the center of the team, seemingly asking for the opinion of an important person in the carriage.

"Attention all—"

On the other side, he raised his arm with a stern expression and issued a new order. "Everyone, prepare your bows and arrows!"

Upon hearing this order, many people, including Chen Zhiming, changed their expressions.

It seems that Fang Yi is really serious about it... The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty around him looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to the captain Zhou Yixuan who was in charge of the mission to seek the next instructions.

At this tense moment, "Anyone who dares to disobey military orders... will be killed without mercy."

Fang Yi spoke in a calm but firm tone, making the tension in the air even greater.