"Why has the Song emissary acted so discourteously?"
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. After a slight pause, he feigned a magnanimous demeanor: "Knowing that you're young and impetuous, and a descendant of the Gu Clan..."
"I shall overlook your offense for today."
"As for the matter of the alliance—"
He waved his hand, his tone turning indifferent: "Wait until you report back to Lord Gu, and then send someone knowledgeable in etiquette to negotiate."
"How can I, as a king, exchange many words with someone who lacks manners?"
—Still seeking the greatest benefit!
Neither explicitly refusing nor directly agreeing, just to retain diplomatic leverage until the last moment.
With that, he waved his hand.
Two armored guards promptly stepped forward, flanking Gu Ming on either side, and ruthlessly dragged him out of the hall.
