This sudden move by Geta caught everyone completely off guard!

Neither Muzar nor Third Master had anticipated it.

Facing the several large blades placed against his neck, Jingrong remained extremely calm, though his icy gaze suddenly deepened.

He had calculated that those blades would not fall!

And just as the blades were positioned at his neck—

“Bang!”

Muzar slammed the table and stood up, demanding of Geta, “What are you doing?”

Geta’s face was dark, wearing a fierce expression. He said, “Muzar, I’m helping you solve a problem.”

“You barged in here with people to help me solve a problem? What do you mean?”

“Now the Dalin prince has personally delivered himself to our doorstep. How can we not capture him? As long as we seize him, we can threaten Dalin. Those Central Plains people at Xiamen Pass will be like lambs to the slaughter. At that time, we can raise troops and kill our way into the Central Plains.”

Full of imposing manner.

And brimming with ambition.

It was as if one could see the shadow of Yuedan leader Huhehao in him.

The group of Houliao people who followed him in also had their spirits raised by his words just now.

They were like starving wolves, and Jingrong was a piece of bloody raw meat.

“That’s right, we absolutely cannot submit to Dalin. Capture this prince and fight them to the end.”

“Fight them!”

…

The crowd was completely out of control!

Muzar’s people also immediately rushed over, forming two factions opposing Geta’s people.

Lang Bo and Ji Huan also charged over with those several dozen Dalin soldiers.

Three groups of forces, none yielding!

They nearly burst and tore apart the large tent.

Seeing his prince held at knifepoint, Lang Bo shouted, “Your Highness!”

Jingrong raised his hand, indicating he need not worry.

Those few blades at his neck really couldn’t take his life! Those few Houliao people didn’t have the ability to harm him!

Muzar pointed at Geta furiously with blazing eyes. “Geta, have your people get out immediately.”

He waved his large hand.

Geta’s eyes were gloomy, unwilling to yield. “Muzar, you want to submit to Dalin, but we don’t.” He pointed at Jingrong. “In any case, today I must capture this prince.”

“In negotiations between two nations, envoys are not killed. If you dare touch him, then you’re making an enemy of me.”

“He is our enemy!”

“Geta, I’ll say it one more time—release him!”

“I’ll also say it one more time—this person, I’m determined to have!”

Just as Geta finished speaking, all three groups began to stir restlessly.

Geta gripped his large blade tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness. He turned to look at Third Master. “Hechi, what I said to you before, I won’t take back now. Just say the word, and I, Geta, will lead my people to obey your command. Together we’ll kill our way into the Central Plains.”

“Bang!”

Third Master’s expression darkened with anger. His large palm slammed the table as he rose solemnly, walked before Geta, his gaze fierce, and said through gritted teeth, “Muzar’s words are orders. He told you to release him. Will you not release him!”

“This is our opportunity, and your opportunity too.”

“Shut up!” Third Master snatched the large blade from his hand and swiftly placed it against his neck, his tone cold and severe. “Geta, there are some things I don’t like to say twice. Even if you give me your own life, I won’t go against Muzar’s will. If you stop now, there’s still time. If you dare act recklessly, I’ll kill you right now.”

He raised his wrist slightly upward, and the large blade opened a cut on Geta’s neck.

Seeing this, Geta’s people all uniformly drew their large blades.

Third Master’s people also drew their blades in opposition.

Just waiting for the command!

Geta glared at Third Master, his face completely flushed red, his fists clenched and trembling. He said, “I, Geta, misjudged you. You’re the same as Muzar—womanly compassion, looking ahead and behind. We Houliao people won our realm on horseback. Even in death, we never admit defeat!”

“I don’t want to discuss this with you. Release him quickly!”

“Hechi, that fat piece of meat in the Central Plains should be ours to devour. Just nod your head, and all the tribal forces on the Xisai Grasslands will assemble together to compete for supremacy in the Central Plains and unify the realm.” He was still trying to persuade Third Master.

Third Master steeled his resolve. He raised his arm and struck heavily at Geta’s shoulder with the hilt of his large blade.

The force was considerable!

Geta’s shoulder took the impact, and he suddenly dropped to one knee.

One hand supporting himself on the ground.

Just as he straightened his back, Third Master’s large blade was once again placed at his neck.

Third Master looked down at him from above.

“Geta, if you don’t stop now, that’s rebellion!”

Who would dare bear the charge of rebellion?

Geta’s forehead bulged with veins, and his suppression of the unwillingness in his heart had reached its limit.

“It seems you and Muzar have made up your minds to submit to Dalin.” He laughed derisively, utterly disappointed.

Finally—

He raised his arm and waved once at his people.

Those few who had been holding blades at Jingrong’s neck withdrew their weapons.

They retreated to the side.

Thus, Third Master also threw down the blade he had seized onto the ground.

“Clang!”

And he warned Geta, “You’d better not stir up trouble at this time. Otherwise, never mind that Muzar can’t tolerate you—I can’t tolerate you either.”

Geta laughed derisively, picked up the large blade from the ground in embarrassment, rose to his feet, glared fiercely at Jingrong once, then left with his people.

Third Master’s people also withdrew one after another.

The “farce” ended!

The tent once again returned to calm.

But after this disturbance, this negotiation that had been close to success was temporarily ruined.

Lang Bo rushed in and asked Jingrong, “Your Highness, are you alright?”

Jingrong shook his head, his expression calm.

From beginning to end, he had been like a leisurely spectator watching a play. After watching this small Houliao civil conflict just now, he rose to his feet and walked before Third Master.

His thin lips parted slightly. “If I truly died here, the tens of thousands of soldiers at Xiamen Pass would immediately deploy. At that time, the scene you absolutely don’t want to see would occur. So your reaction just now has actually already made the decision for you! But I’ll still give you ten days to consider.”

Third Master said nothing.

Actually, it was as Jingrong said—if he had truly wanted to go to war, he wouldn’t have stopped Geta just now. Therefore, he and Muzar had actually already made their decision.

…

Having been publicly humiliated by Third Master, Geta was full of rage. After returning to his tent, he kept drinking.

Wine bottles were everywhere.

Suddenly, someone entered.

“Who?”

His face full of vigilance, he instinctively grabbed the large blade at hand.

Looking up, he saw Ji Huan!

“You?” He stood up, demanding, “What are you doing here?”

This character Ji Huan, he recognized.

The “General Changlin” personally enfeoffed by Dalin’s late emperor!

In the past, the Ji family brothers had been awe-inspiring; everyone knew of them!

Ji Huan stared at him. “I’ve come to help you.”

“Help me? What do you mean?”

Ji Huan smiled lightly and leisurely sat down, picked up a wine bottle from the table, poured himself a cup, and took a small sip.

An posture indicating a long conversation! This left Geta unable to figure him out. Puzzled in his heart, he sat down across from Ji Huan and asked, “What exactly do you want to do?”