The time for the official peace talks had not yet arrived.
A giant water clock at the main entrance of the negotiation hall was slowly counting the time.
But in any alliance meeting, power and status spoke volumes. If Empress Dowager of Jin insisted that the Qi Emperor was late and disrespecting her, the Qi envoy would be furious inside, but could only hold it in.
In the imperial court, they all held high positions where their words carried great weight, but at the negotiating table, Feng Jingyao, too, had to smile and make amends, maintaining appearances.
The Qi Army's defeat on the battlefield meant he had to "be a man who could bend and stretch."
At this moment, as both parties sat at the negotiation table, at least two hundred thousand troops from both sides were stationed outside Mingquan Town. With any slight movement, all the effort made recently could vanish into thin air, plunging them back into the quagmire of war.
