The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 172 - Truce

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Truce

Han Chen would have been Qi Wuya’s brain-dead fan if he had lived in the modern era.

How could he tolerate the Crown Prince humiliating his Mr. Jiu like this?

“Crown Prince, please get on the carriage.”

Han Chen stepped forward to shine his shoes, flattering with a smile, “The King has prepared fine wines and dishes, just waiting for the Crown Prince—”

“Bang!”

Before Han Chen could finish speaking, he was kicked in the chest by Qi Guanglie.

Caught off guard, he stumbled several steps backward.

“Crown Prince—”

His face was extremely embarrassed.

The Han Family of Beiqi, though declined in recent years, was of noble heritage and had never suffered the humiliation of random kicks.

A gentleman can be killed but not insulted.

But Qi Guanglie seemed eager to humiliate him, “Who do you think you are? The master hasn’t spoken; what place do you have to speak? What kind of master, what kind of dog!”

To curse indirectly, to scold the chicken by cursing the dog, it was just as so.

He was humiliating Qi Wuya.

Qi Wuya had been treated like this since he was young and didn’t make a scene in public either, smilingly and good-naturedly, “Why should brother be angry at a servant?”

He stepped forward, stooped to a humble position to shine his shoes, and gestured with a hand, “Please, brother, this way.”

His handsome face contained a smile, his demeanor elegant and lovely.

As if the man who had just been shining shoes with his sleeve was not him.

“Mr. Jiu—”

Watching such a humbly bearing Mr. Jiu, Han Chen felt terribly distressed.

In his heart, Qi Wuya was like a god!

The dock fell into a silence as still as death.

The citizens of Puluo Country stood by, incredulously watching Qi Wuya, thinking similarly: their beloved, omnipotent, god-like Mr. Jiu had actually bowed his head! Was the Crown Prince even more formidable than Mr. Jiu?

“Hahaha, truly a good brother of mine, lead the way.”

Qi Guanglie was quite pleased with Qi Wuya’s humbling behavior.

He patted Qi Wuya’s shoulder and stepped on the back of the men below to board the carriage.

Qi Wuya watched the figure climbing into the carriage, his fists clenched: if it weren’t for the pressing army of Dahe Soldiers, Qi Guanglie, that waste, would have died a million times already!

“Mr. Jiu!”

As Qi Guanglie’s carriage departed into the distance, Han Chen hurried to support Qi Wuya, sympathetically saying, “Why did you have to be like this to the Crown Prince—”

He felt so suffocated watching it!

He wished he could kill Qi Guanglie to vent the anger for Qi Wuya and avenge the past humiliations!

“One who aims to achieve great things should not get hung up on trifles.”

Qi Wuya lifted his head, looked towards the vast populace of Puluo Country with obscure eyes, and instructed, “Send people to spread the message throughout the city. Say that Emperor Da He has invaded the island in the guise of searching for the Empress, the army is at our doorstep, and that I showed weakness to Beiqi and sought their help for the safety of the people of Puluo Country…”

Han Chen was momentarily stunned but quickly grasped Qi Wuya’s intention: Once this message was spread, probably the entire citizenry of Puluo Country would believe Qi Wuya demonstrated weakness and sought help from Beiqi for their safety.

Taking hearts of the people!

It was possible that people who knew the whereabouts of He Ying and Sang Yan might even come forward with information.

“Yes!”

Han Chen took the order and left.

The carriage sped along until it reached the palace.

The Puluo King had heard earlier that the ships of He Country had surrounded Puluo Island, and he was so anxious that he was beside himself.

After learning that Qi Wuya had called for reinforcements from Beiqi, he joyfully arranged a room full of delicious dishes.

When Qi Guanglie strode into the banquet hall and saw the fat man sitting in the seat of honor, smiling and looking very pleased with himself, he was startled: What kind of creature is this!

“That is the Puluo King.”

Qi Wuya timely resolved his confusion.

Qi Guanglie: “…”

The Puluo King?

He glanced again at the Puluo King and couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter, “My dear brother, you really go from silence to surprise with your actions.”

Too ridiculous!

I thought he had some remarkable tactics up his sleeve, but it turns out he’s just bred a fatso so portly he probably can’t even walk properly!

Qi Guanglie didn’t take the Puluo King seriously at all.

He took his seat directly, ignored the Puluo King completely, picked up a cup of wine, and drank heartily from it.

“Ha-ha! What fine wine!”

He turned to the palace maids standing by, singled out a voluptuous and seductive beauty, stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace, and, passing wine with his mouth, laughed, “Drink in the moment, for tomorrow’s worries can wait.”

Though he might possess a handsome appearance, he was nothing but a drunkard and libertine.

Seeing this, the Puluo King glanced anxiously at Qi Wuya, his eyes unsettled and his lips mumbling, “Mr… Mr. Jiu?”

Qi Wuya waved his hand, signaling him to just carry on.

Relieved that he wasn’t being blamed, the Puluo King immediately plopped down, grabbed a chicken leg, and sunk his teeth into it.

It didn’t matter anyway.

As long as they didn’t kill him and Nayun, they could fight however they pleased. With Beiqi and Mr. Jiu there, Da He would have to deal with them.

For the time being, Qi Wuya couldn’t care less about the Puluo King.

He sat opposite Qi Guanglie and asked with a smile, “Brother, when do you plan to face Emperor Da He in battle?”

The ships of Da He were surrounding Puluo Island even now.

Yet they were not attacking.

The mere sight of the fleet terrified many Puluo Country folk.

“Face in battle?”

Qi Guanglie raised an eyebrow, “Do you mean to say, you want the men I’ve brought to fight those of Da He?”

Upon hearing this, Qi Wuya sensed trouble.

He frowned and asked, “What do you mean by that, brother?”

The Puluo King also appeared bewildered: If not here to fight, were they supposed to be tourists instead?

Qi Guanglie remained silent.

He held the beauty in his arms, kneading her as if she were dough, his eyes full of vile desire.

She was so mishandled by him that her hair became disheveled and she whimpered in pain, a sorry sight indeed.

As if he had had his fill of her, he shoved her away, finished his cup of wine in one gulp, and then sneered, “Lao Jiu, you’ve been cooped up in Puluo Country, oblivious to the wars beyond, haven’t you?”

Qi Wuya responded calmly, “I hope my brother can enlighten me.”

Qi Guanglie didn’t want to speak of his humiliating defeat, and he was quite angry about having to do so.

Slamming his wine cup onto the table, he angrily said, “My forces clashed with Rong Ye at Qing’an Pass and were driven back, even now besieged, turning it likely into a city of death. With Da He’s current surge in domination, you want Beiqi to fight Da He? Are you asking this Crown Prince to seek death?”

That’s just because you’re too stupid and incompetent!

Qi Wuya scorned inwardly and seethed with hate: Being driven back from Qing’an Pass meant that Beiqi had lost three more cities! Having already lost eight cities before, what face left does the Beiqi Royal Family have to rule Beiqi now?

Clutching his wine cup, he stared at Qi Guanglie’s handsome face, wanting nothing more than to tear it to shreds!

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After all this, he still had the audacity to laugh! To drink!

Rage assaulted his heart and lungs.

And with it, his wounds throbbed with pain.

He bore the pain, set down his wine cup, and asked softly, “Then what would brother suggest?”

“Negotiation, of course.”

Qi Guanglie didn’t even have to think before blurting out his answer.

After sipping his wine, he glanced sideways at Qi Wuya and added, “Emperor He is currently in Puluo Country. As long as he agrees to mediate, I can negotiate with him.”

The implication of his words was clear, that Qi Wuya was to stay out of it.

Qi Wuya felt a constriction in his chest, almost spitting out blood.

Han Chen clenched his fists, unable to bear anymore: What a spineless Crown Prince, wasting such a prime opportunity!

“Crown Prince—”

Han Chen couldn’t hold back and spoke up, “Now that Emperor He is hiding in Puluo Country, shouldn’t we be seizing him to bargain with Da He?”

“How presumptuous! Does a mere subordinate speak while I am speaking? Qi Wuya, is this the kind of insolence I can expect from your men?”

With a slam of the table, Qi Guanglie stood up suddenly, his glare freezing Qi Wuya and startling the Puluo King so much that the chicken leg dropped from his hand.

This was far too frightening.

Certainly, Mr. Jiu was about to erupt in anger!