Zhao Ling was, of course, joking.
If all those presidents died in Yin Country, a global war would not be far off.
"We can settle for the next best thing," Lu Qingyun stood up and bowed with his hands clasped towards Zhao Ling and the three Venerables.
"You work for the Foreign Affairs Bureau; according to the law, you don't need to follow Yin etiquette," Zhao Ling waved her hand.
"Thank Your Majesty," said Lu Qingyun.
"When you mention settling for the next best thing, what do you mean? Do you have any brilliant suggestions?" Zhao Ling asked.
"This is what I am thinking. Instead of being fixated on how to make him agree to join Yin Country, we should first figure out how to keep his people within our borders. As for who he joins, it does not really matter," said Lu Qingyun.
As he said this, several top leaders began to whisper to each other, nodding in agreement. Venerable Xu and Venerable Gu also smiled. Zhao Ling slightly nodded, considering this idea feasible.
