"How about I propose a backup bet?" Chu Heng, unafraid of being ridiculed, stated directly with flexibility.
The Beirong Prince laughed heartily, "I thought Lord Chu would agree for the sake of face."
Chu Heng shook his head lightly, "When it comes to matters of state, how dare I act presumptuously? I have no choice but to be cautious. Besides, I am confident I will win."
"Alright, that's indeed worthy of you, Lord Chu. I grant you this opportunity."
Ultimately, Chu Heng's new proposal was that if he won, Great Chu would be allowed to send a trade caravan into Beirong, with Beirong ensuring their safety.
The Beirong Prince looked at Chu Heng for a while, then glanced at the lightweight cashmere cloth, and finally, gritting his teeth, agreed.
"Very well, let's begin now."
There were officials already prepared to announce the advantages loudly by the Beirong Prince's side.
"Our Beirong fabric is thick and sturdy."
