Facing the fury of the crowd, Qi Zonghao was in a difficult position, his mind racing for a countermeasure.
To agree would mean losing face completely.
To refuse would not make Dong Chu let the matter go. After all, taking a life warranted a just retribution, and even if it were two lowly Xiao Guan, they were still people of Dong Chu. What's more, Xiliang was in the wrong, and most importantly, once he returned to his country, he would still not be able to rest easy. His father, the Emperor Xiliang, and the Xiliang citizens would surely look at him with contempt. Could Xiliang's reputation not even be worth some silver?
The Xiliang messengers couldn't wait for Qi Zonghao to agree quickly so they could leave this place, but unfortunately, Qi Zonghao was always autocratic and did not take orders from them.
"What's happened here?"
Just as the stalemate persisted, Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen, and a large group of people from Dong Chu, Qing'an, Nanping, and Beiyue walked in.
