Seeing the Empress of Xiliang with a grim expression, Bai Qingqi pursed his lips and said, "If that's the case, then the people of Xiliang are also my Zhou people, and Zhou can endure the past actions against my Bai family children and my seventeenth brother by Yun Poxing."
Li Tianjiao clenched the armrest tightly, slowly stood up, and glanced coldly at Bai Qingqi: "Fool's dream..."
"If Your Majesty says so, then... this envoy will have to pack up and return to Zhou." Bai Qingqi also stood up.
"Do you think... you can leave?" Li Tianjiao's eyes were dark.
Upon hearing this, a faint smile played at the corners of Bai Qingqi's otherwise apathetic face: "If this envoy cannot leave, I'm afraid King Yan of Xiliang can't return from Zhou either. Oh... the Empress can also send someone to Tonggu Mountain to probe the movements of the Zhou army, to see if they are already pressing towards the border."
Li Tianjiao instantly exuded a murderous aura, turning to look at Bai Qingqi.
