Yamamoto Mieko, after reporting the news to the Ten Thousand Races Church headquarters, finally rushed over as Lin Zhan led his men to the Fusang Imperial Palace.
Seeing the mess outside the imperial palace gates, with corpses strewn everywhere and the heads carried by Lin Yi and Lin Er, Yamamoto Mieko was completely dumbfounded and collapsed onto the ground.
Lin Zhan heard the commotion, turned his head, and quickly said to He Dazhuang, "Dazhuang, stop shouting. Your little bee is here. Hurry and help her up."
He Dazhuang, Wang Erzhuang, and the others were noisily assembling a heavy energy cannon, intending to follow in the footsteps of Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, and bombard the Fusang Imperial Palace.
Upon hearing Lin Zhan's voice, He Dazhuang rushed to Yamamoto Mieko's side, helped her up, and said, "Silly woman, why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold. Besides, didn't I tell you to go home and rest? Why did you run over in this cold weather?"
Yamamoto Mieko, helped up by He Dazhuang, then heard Lin Zhan shouting from the other side, "Come on, that area to the left, don't leave anything, keep bombarding."
Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei's Xuanwu cannons, along with the heavy energy cannon controlled by Wang Erzhuang, resumed their bombardment.
Yamamoto Mieko covered her ears and shouted frantically, "Young Master Lin, you can't bomb anymore, stop, please don't!"
Lin Zhan looked at Yamamoto Mieko, who was running over, and said, "What's wrong, sister-in-law? Your Fusang royal family doesn't take us seriously. After so long, no one in charge has come out. Are you looking down on us?"
The Fusang warriors who accompanied Yamamoto Mieko cautiously glanced at the two headless corpses of the Lords and secretly thought: You've already killed the ones in charge, who else is there to be in charge?
"Young Master Lin..." Yamamoto Mieko began politely.
But Lin Zhan interrupted her with a wave of his hand, "Stop calling me Young Master Lin. I've told you many times, just call me brother."
"Uh... Brother Lin, please stop bombing. Our Fusang's foremost Lord, Lord Miyamoto Musashi, will personally come to mediate with you. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can discuss it directly with him. Also, I will immediately lead people into the imperial palace and have the royal family come out to negotiate with you."
Lin Zhan pondered for a moment and said, "You can directly have your Fusang Emperor and Miyamoto Musashi come to talk to us. This matter cannot be easily resolved. Your guards almost killed Haoming, and my elders are already on their way to Fusang. If you don't give us an explanation, then wait for my Lin family elders to arrive and battle your Fusang Lords."
Yamamoto Mieko was stunned by Lin Zhan's words: "Didn't you come to attack the imperial palace? Why did it change to that little Taoist priest almost being killed? Who is it that's causing trouble for me?"
"Brother Lin, please rest assured, I will go and understand the situation with the royal family. If someone has truly offended you, I will definitely make the royal family give you an explanation." With that, Yamamoto Mieko, along with a few attendants, ran into the imperial palace.
Lin Zhan turned to everyone and said, "Brothers, take a break and see what this little lady can negotiate. Dazhuang, get some food ready. It's cold and we're hungry in the middle of the night."
He Dazhuang nodded and said, "Brothers, what do you want to eat? I'll have someone prepare it right away."
Xiao Bao extended his round head and said, "Old He, get some grilled meat. We can all roast by the fire. Let's not drink red wine, it's all bloody mess here, can't drink it. Let's get some strong spirits instead, that stuff has power."
After unanimous agreement, they decided to start grilling meat at the entrance of the Fusang Imperial Palace. The Fusang attendants left by Yamamoto Mieko watched the Hua Xia people with bewildered expressions: They can't drink red wine because it's a bloody mess, but they can eat grilled meat? What kind of logic is this?
Meanwhile, Yamamoto Mieko entered the imperial palace and met the Fusang Emperor and several main royal family members. She directly asked, "Your Majesty Erde, what is going on? Didn't I already send you a message, telling you to avoid conflict with the Hua Xia people? Why did our people strike first, and even try to kill the Lin family's son-in-law? Isn't this adding fuel to the fire?"
A thin figure next to Emperor Erde said, "Yamamoto Mieko, how dare you speak to my father like that?"
Yamamoto Mieko glanced at the speaker sideways and said irritably, "Crown Prince Sande, do you still not understand the current situation? Never mind, Lord Miyamoto Musashi will be here soon, and I don't need to waste my breath on an idiot like you."
"Mieko, you must show basic courtesy to the royal family. Apologize to His Majesty Erde quickly." A figure wearing armor and carrying two samurai swords appeared in the room.
"Lord Miyamoto Musashi, you are here." Yamamoto Mieko bowed to the newcomer.
"Mieko, what are the Hua Xia people's demands, and what is the current situation?" Miyamoto Musashi asked after bowing to Emperor Erde.
Yamamoto Mieko respectfully relayed Lin Zhan's demands: "The two Lords guarding the imperial palace are already dead. Lin Zhan of Hua Xia demands to negotiate personally with you and His Majesty Emperor Erde. And from what he said, it seems like our people attacked first, and severely threatened the safety of their Lin family members."
"We still need time to mobilize troops from the Bone Demon tribe and the Ghost tribe, and we cannot go to war with Hua Xia. Therefore, I request His Majesty Emperor Erde and Crown Prince Sande to accompany me to meet this Young Master Lin from Hua Xia."
Meanwhile, Lin Zhan and his group of ruffians were drinking strong spirits and eating grilled meat. He Dazhuang and a few others with thick nerves, holding skewers in one hand and bottles in the other, were gathered around, examining the severed heads that Lin Yi and Lin Er had chopped off.
"Tsk tsk, look how smooth and even the cuts are, not a bit of flesh tearing. Amazing," Wang Erzhuang said while gnawing on a skewer.
"That's right. How fast must Brother Lin Yi and Brother Lin Er's swords be? Look, this person's facial expression is still so lifelike," Meng Gang said, drinking and observing carefully, as if the heads were a delicious dish to accompany his drink.
The few Fusang guards who were spared by Lin Zhan looked at the scene in front of them and could only mutter, "Demons, Hua Xia people are demons."
He Dazhuang listened to their comments and said, "Even if you study it all night, you won't learn as much as actually doing it. Aren't there still several live ones here? Let's have the two brothers give us some on-the-spot guidance, and we can all get our hands dirty."
Saying that, he picked up his tiger-headed saber and walked towards the captives with two others.
The captives, seeing them, immediately cried out in supplication, "Stop! Don't kill me, we'll do whatever you say."
Lin Zhan saw these three ruffians and hurriedly said, "Hold your blades! These are witnesses I kept alive. It's not too late to kill them after we get our compensation."
The captives shouted in unison, "We will obey obediently."