Such things, Wen Fengli would never have reported in the past.

　　But now, officials of the Six Ministries are all in danger. Even Wen Fengli, the Minister of Rites, who has not been impeached, has changed his attitude and become more respectful to Jiang Chen.

　　Many minor matters that were not reported in the past are now being presented to Jiang Chen one by one.

　　Jiang Chen is very satisfied with these changes in Wen Fengli.

　　In addition, the matters of the Ministry of Rites are not particularly important, so Jiang Chen did not target Wen Fengli again.

　　"Who is the person who came?" Jiang Chen asked.

　　"According to the information received, it is the twelfth son of the Quanrong King Shuai," Wen Fengli said.

　　"The twelfth son?"

　　Jiang Chen frowned: "How many sons does he have in total?"

　　"It is rumored that the Quanrong King Shuai has more than thirty sons," Wen Fengli said.

　　Jiang Chen stroked his chin: "So, this twelfth son is not a particularly important person?"

　　Wen Fengli finally understood Jiang Chen's meaning and hurriedly said, "I haven't heard that the Quanrong King Shuai has any particular fondness for this prince."

　　Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed. It seems that the Quanrong do not attach importance to this mission at all.

　　Jiang Chen then said, "Let the Vice Minister go to greet him. Also, as for the honor guard, one carriage will suffice!"

　　Wen Fengli wanted to say that it was a bit impolite, but he didn't say it. Instead, he said, "Then I will arrange it according to His Majesty's wishes."

　　"Yes."

　　Jiang Chen nodded and added, "Also, make it clear to him. No matter what kind of person he is in the Quanrong, when he comes to my Great Wei, he must abide by the laws of my Great Wei."

　　"If he does anything that violates the laws of my Great Wei, don't blame the law for being merciless!"

　　Jiang Chen's words were conveyed word for word by Zhou Huanmao, the Vice Minister of Rites, to Bai Si, the twelfth son of the Quanrong King Shuai, who led the team.

　　Bai Si's already dark face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He shouted, "How can your Great Wei emperor be so rude!"

　　Zhou Huanmao pretended not to hear the words and pointed to the carriage he had brought, saying, "Prince Bai Si, please."

　　Bai Si looked at the carriage, his face full of disbelief.

　　Before coming, he had specifically inquired about it.

　　The information he received was that the Great Wei was a land of etiquette and would definitely treat him with high standards.

　　But the scene before him had nothing to do with high standards.

　　"You want me to sit in this?" Bai Si said angrily.

　　"What? Don't want to sit?"

　　Zhou Huanmao spread his hands: "Then Prince Bai Si can only walk into the city."

　　"Too much!"

　　As Bai Si spoke, he drew the dagger he carried with him and held it against Zhou Huanmao's neck.

　　"Do you believe I'll kill you!"

　　Zhou Huanmao's heart pounded, and his body even trembled slightly.

　　But he still said in a calm tone: "Prince Bai Si, if you kill me, do you think you can still get out of Great Wei?"

　　Seeing that the guards Zhou Huanmao had brought had already surrounded his people, Bai Si took two heavy breaths and put the dagger away.

　　"I want to see your emperor!"

　　Bai Si glared at Zhou Huanmao and said, "I will tell your emperor about your rudeness! I will have your emperor punish you!"

　　"His Majesty is not someone you can see whenever you want. Wait until the formal audience."

　　After saying that, Zhou Huanmao pointed to the carriage again: "Are you going to sit or not?"

　　Bai Si was so angry that he took two deep breaths to barely suppress his anger before getting into the carriage.

　　"Let's go!"

　　Zhou Huanmao said, only then realizing that his legs were weak.

　　An hour later, Zhou Huanmao reported the situation to Jiang Chen.

　　Jiang Chen gave Zhou Huanmao a rare smile: "Minister Zhou has done well! This is how we should treat the Quanrong!"

　　On the one hand, the people sent by the Quanrong obviously didn't take it seriously.

　　On the other hand, the Quanrong's actions were the most egregious to Great Wei.

　　Even the Xiongnu only invaded the south when there was not enough food, mainly to plunder food.

　　The Quanrong, on the other hand, invaded Great Wei without any regularity and were cruel and murderous, destroying villages at every turn.

　　In the minds of all the people of Great Wei, the Quanrong were the most villainous.

　　"When does Your Majesty plan to meet him?" Zhou Huanmao asked.

　　Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and said, "Three days later."

　　"Yes!"

　　After Zhou Huanmao retreated, murderous intent flickered in Jiang Chen's eyes.

　　According to Zhou Huanmao, the Quanrong prince only brought five people with him this time, including himself.

　　And these five people looked like brave and skilled warriors.

　　Adding to the matter of the Western military camp, Jiang Chen was sure that the other party's purpose this time was to show off their military strength.

　　They were likely to propose a competition.

　　He had to be prepared!

　　And three days later was also the day Yao Shouxin would return from the Northern military camp.

　　Three days passed in a flash.

　　In the Qianqing Palace Hall, Jiang Chen sat expressionlessly on the dragon throne and summoned Bai Si.

　　Bai Si strode in, looking up at Jiang Chen with his head half-raised, and cupped his fist slightly, saying, "I have seen the Emperor of Great Wei."

　　"Bold!"

　　Minister of Rites Wen Fengli shouted, "Why don't you kneel when you see His Majesty?"

　　Bai Si glared back at Wen Fengli: "Hmph! We Quanrong people only kneel to the strong!"

　　The ministers glared at him one after another.

　　Bai Si was not afraid at all, and snorted coldly, "If you are strong, why did you have to take away my personal dagger?"

　　Jiang Chen's gaze also became deep. He stood up from the dragon throne and walked down.

　　Feng Jin was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, this person is dangerous. You must not get close."

　　Jiang Chen waved his hand and sneered, "What do I have to fear from a mere Quanrong person?"

　　Bai Si looked at Jiang Chen in surprise.

　　Jiang Chen was very different from the Great Wei emperor he had imagined.

　　In his imagination, the Great Wei emperor might have been so frightened that he would have trembled just by seeing him.

　　But now it seemed that he was not frightened by him at all, and even wanted to come closer to him.

　　"Then I'll scare you!" Bai Si thought to himself.

　　Jiang Chen walked to the bottom of the hall and stopped one meter away from Bai Si.

　　Bai Si suddenly revealed a ferocious expression and moved his shoulder.

　　Feng Jin, whose heart was in his throat, was shocked and shouted, "Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

　　"Hahahaha..."

　　Bai Si heard Feng Jin's voice and laughed triumphantly.

　　But when he saw Jiang Chen, his laughter stopped abruptly.

　　Jiang Chen's expression did not change at all, as if he had not been about to attack just now.

　　What was going on?

　　Bai Si was stunned.

　　Did this Great Wei emperor not see the movement he made as if he was about to attack just now?

　　"Do you have Tourette's syndrome or tic disorder?" Jiang Chen asked.

　　"What?"

　　Bai Si did not understand Jiang Chen's meaning and asked in confusion.

　　The ministers could not help but laugh.

　　The laughter entered Bai Si's ears, and even if he did not know what it meant, he realized that Jiang Chen was mocking him.

　　"Hmph!"

　　Bai Si snorted angrily and said, "Emperor of Great Wei, we Quanrong never take advantage of others verbally! We want to compete—"

　　Bai Si clenched his fist: "We compete in strength!"

　　Jiang Chen looked at the fist that Bai Si extended in front of him and sneered.

　　"Compete in strength? Very well."

　　Jiang Chen said indifferently, "How do you want to compete?"