webnovelfull Chapter 673 A Gift to the Emperor
Chapter 673 A Gift to the Emperor
The lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed. Guests were either chatting in groups of two or three about where to go, or walking into the night alone, a little drunk. However, the atmosphere at the entrance of the banquet hall was particularly solemn. Mitsunami Musashi and his party, dressed in traditional Fuso costumes, had gloomy faces and heavy steps, as if every step carried unspeakable humiliation and unwillingness.
Fu Jiang stood in front of them, followed by several equally serious guards. They stood straight, forming an insurmountable barrier. Fu Jiang's voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable majesty: "Wait, my friends from Fuso, our president wants to see you."
Upon hearing this, Guangnan Musashi frowned, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He looked around and confirmed that there was no way to retreat. He slowly spoke with a tone of pretending to be calm and tough: "Captain Fu, you also know that this is your country's grand military parade and banquet. As invited guests, we should be treated with due respect and courtesy. If any unpleasantness occurs here, I am afraid it will have a negative impact on the relationship between the two countries, and will bring shame to China in the international community."
Hearing this, Fu Jiang raised a meaningful smile, which contained both irony and relief: "Mr. Guangnan, you are overthinking. China is a country of etiquette and will not do anything that violates the rules of hospitality. Mr. President just wants to use your hands to pass on a special gift to the Emperor of Fuso to show the peace and friendship between the two countries."
Although these words were said politely, Guangnan Musashi and others heard the hidden meaning and were even more confused. They exchanged complicated glances with each other, as if silently asking for each other's opinions. After a moment of silence, they realized that whether they were willing or not, this step had to be taken.
So, Guangnan Musashi took a deep breath, tried to calm the waves in his heart, and nodded to Fu Jiang: "In this case, then we should obey your orders. Please lead the way, Captain Fu."
Following Fu Jiang's signal, the group walked through the empty banquet hall and headed towards the presidential meeting room. Along the way, the silence after the banquet formed a sharp contrast with their heavy mood, and each step seemed particularly long and heavy.
Mitsunami Musashi secretly speculated in his heart, wondering what the so-called "gift" was. This unknown expectation and uneasiness, like the night, silently enveloped their hearts.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was so tense that you could almost hear a pin drop. Su Zhengyang, the Chinese leader, sat in the main seat in an almost elegant manner, his eyes flashing with majesty that could not be ignored. Guangnan Musashi and his delegation members seemed a little restless due to nervousness. They kept looking at the closed door, as if they were worried that an uninvited guest would break in at the next second and leave them here forever.
"You seem to be dissatisfied with the military parade and banquet carefully prepared by our China?" Su Zhengyang's voice was calm and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of Guangnan Musashi and others.
Mitsunami Musashi snorted coldly, his face so gloomy that water could drip from it. "President Su, our Fuso delegation came here with the hope of enhancing mutual understanding and respect between the two countries, but unfortunately, from beginning to end, we have only felt indifference and contempt. The Fuso people will never forget this humiliation, and will seek justice one day."
Su Zhengyang shook his head slightly, with a barely perceptible sneer in his eyes. "Mr. Guangnan, you and I both know the hatred between China and Fuso. Giving you a chance to watch the military parade is the most generous concession I can make. You should know your place. By the way, I have a gift that you need to hand over to Emperor Rendong in person!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Zhengyang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a crisp sound. Then, the door was gently pushed open, and Li Yunlong walked in, holding an ancient scroll in his hand.
Su Zhengyang stood up, took the scroll himself, and slowly unfolded it. On the rice paper, the ink was vigorous and powerful, and a poem full of dominance and determination appeared: "Wait until September 8th in autumn, and ride on horses to Tokyo to enjoy the cherry blossoms. The iron cavalry swept across the land of Fuso, and the tiny island nation sank into the sea sand. The beacon fires lit up the sky and the fields, and the sword pointed at Japan and vowed to reach it."
Every sentence of this poem is like a sharp blade, pointing directly to the heart of Fuso, announcing China's firm stance and determination towards Fuso. In the meeting room, the air seemed to freeze, and the faces of Mitsunami Musashi and others instantly turned pale as paper, their eyes full of disbelief and anger.
"I hope His Majesty Emperor Jindong will appreciate this 'gift'." Su Zhengyang's voice was cold and resolute. He handed the scroll to Mitsunami Musashi, his eyes revealing unquestionable strength.
When Guangnan Musashi took the heavy scroll, he was immediately overwhelmed by a deep sense of humiliation. Those words were not only contempt and threat to Fuso, but also trampling and humiliation to their entire nation.
He clenched his hands into fists involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only this could ease the anger and unwillingness that was about to burst out in his heart. However, he knew very well that at this moment, he was in the territory of China, and any resistance or provocation would be futile and might even bring unpredictable consequences.
In grief and anger, Mitsunami Musashi felt a surge of blood in his chest and an indescribable bitterness in his throat. He tried hard not to let the tears fall, but his eyes were red, revealing the fragility and helplessness in his heart.
He turned to look at the other members of the delegation, and everyone's face was filled with the same humiliation and grief. They looked at each other, and without saying anything, they knew each other's intentions. They knew that the humiliation at this moment was not only personal, but also the humiliation of the entire Fuso nation. But they also knew that anger and resistance were meaningless at this moment, and only by forbearance could they have a chance to leave here alive.
So, Mitsunami Musashi took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and held the scroll tightly in his arms, as if that was their last dignity.
"President Su, we understand what you mean." Mitsunami Musashi's voice was low and hoarse, "Please rest assured, we will deliver this 'gift' intact to the hands of His Majesty Emperor Jindong." After saying that, he looked at Su Zhengyang deeply, then turned and left, his back looking particularly lonely and heavy.
Su Zhengyang watched them leave, a faint smile on his lips.
"President, in my opinion, it would be better to just kill these little devils instead of letting them go back to Fuso."
Li Yunlong's voice echoed in the spacious meeting room. He stared at the direction where Guangnan Musashi and others left, with an astonishing murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
In his opinion, these delegation members from Fuso were like spies who had infiltrated the enemy camp and should be dealt with immediately to avoid any future troubles.
Su Zhengyang heard this and shook his head gently, his eyes deep and complicated. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night view of the dim lights outside the window, as if thinking about some deep problems. After a moment of silence, he turned around and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Yunlong, 'When two countries are at war, they don't kill envoys'. This is not only an international etiquette and rule, but also a wisdom and strategy."
Li Yunlong was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then continued: "But President, these Fuso people are clearly here to provoke us, why should we be polite to them?"
Su Zhengyang smiled slightly: "Yunlong, you only see the surface. Letting them go back is not out of politeness or weakness, but to make our enemies, including Emperor Rendong, feel unprecedented pressure and fear. I want this fear to be like an invisible net, covering every corner of Fusang, from the palace to the streets, from top to bottom, no one will be spared."
At this point, Su Zhengyang's eyes became sharper and more resolute. "And the poem on the scroll is the first 'gift' I gave them. I want them to know that China's determination and strength cannot be shaken by any provocation or threat. And when they bring this 'gift' back to Fuso, it will be the beginning of their nightmare. I want the entire Fuso to feel the wrath and determination of China in extreme fear and despair, until it is torn apart by us in the end!"