Having said that, Zheng Fan bowed deeply.
"My lord, your minister has spoken all he should. Your teachings, my lord, have also been taken to heart by this servant. This servant feels it is time to depart."
"You have just rebuked me, and now you wish to leave?"
"If this servant does not leave the city tonight, then tomorrow, one hundred thousand of your subjects in the capital city will die as my escort. This servant... truly does not care."
"Haha, rest assured. When two nations are at war, envoys are not slain. I will permit you to leave. I also need you to convey a verbal message for me back to your master. The previous accounts—I will settle them with Ji Runhao, one by one, in due time."
"This servant accepts the order."
"You may leave."
"This servant takes his leave."
Stepping out of the warm chamber, a chill immediately assaulted Zheng Fan, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
