Gone With The Bustling World Chapter 39: Chapter Thirty-Five

Translator: Antonia
No man doesn't love power. Power usually stems from strength. But if the power is granted by others, then the power doesn't belong to oneself in real terms.

Junqian, a man, an especially excellent man, must obtain his own power in this troubled world.

“Duke, envoys from Tianbin and Xiongye request to meet you.”

The discussion in the commander tent suddenly subsided.

“Finally here.” Fang Junqian and Xiao Qingyu exchanged a look and found light of joy in each other's eyes.

“Are they here for negotiation?”

The guard shook his head, “They didn't say. They just asked to see Bafang Commander.”

Fang Junqian nodded, and the guard left.

Duke Fang smiled wickedly, “Let's get out and welcome the envoys who have traveled a long way here.” Then, he raised the door curtain and walked out first.

The generals laughed and followed out one by one.

In a while, several envoys wearing foreign costumes were led to Fang Junqian.

Next to him were two long rows of st.u.r.dy expressionless Bafang soldiers. Daunted by the scene, the negotiators turned from calmness into fl.u.s.ter.

They were officials. Although they hadn't witnessed with their own eyes the whole process of the battles, they had heard about the monster-like Bafang warriors who were invulnerable to weapons or fire and how the strong army were devastated under the attack of the immortal Bafang. If they were angry, probably they could kill them with eyes only!

They looked around at the watchful guards and generals, wondering who was the commander.

All of them bowed their heads respectfully, except two seventeen-year-old youths who were gazing at them. Behind the two youths was the gold commander tent, and before them were flags, just captured from Tianbin and Xiongye's armies, that were piled up randomly on the ground like worthless litter. The burly guards, soldiers, the silent resolute men of sacrifice, the courteous gentle officials and the imposing generals were standing around the two youths like stars embracing the moon, slightly bowing and looking respectful.

The envoys were stunned, eyes and mouth hanging open: The terminator of the two-million strong allied troops of Tianbin and Xiongye should be two under age youths?

Although the youth in white was sitting in a wheelchair, he had an air of purity, flawlessness and n.o.bility.

Looking at him, the envoys sincerely exclaimed, “Gorgeous!”

He was as quiet as the sky. The bonfire burning not far away was reflected in his gleaming pupils and gave his cold thin face a gauze of rosy redness. The cinnabar between his brows seemed like a dazzling sad dream from which one didn't wish to wake up.

In the killing and b.l.o.o.d.y battlefield, upon seeing such a person, incredibly, the mind immersed in schemes and blood should gradually calm down.

What kind of person he was? Surprisingly a delicate unparalleled disabled youth, who had commanded a crash of the millions strong allied army.

Xiao Qingyu watched them, eyes clear and restful. He smiled faintly, “You must be tired travelling a long way.” He reminded, “This is Duke Fang of Daqing, our General Commander.”

If Xiao Qingyu was pure white, then Fang Junqian was fascinating red.

At an enviably young age, he was good-looking, without armors, a red scarf hung leisurely around his neck and fluttering in the wind. The pair of wickedly and arrogantly charming eyes resembled the boiling lava under the peaceful surface of ocean. No one could possibly know how much energy was hidden beneath that would destroy the world!

The youth seemed to wear a touch of amicable smile on his face, but the immature mild face couldn't hide his character, something overwhelming and irresistibly domineering— This person, simply standing there, looked like a tower of strength which wouldn't be moved either there was a hurricane or earthquake.

He spoke, “I'm Fang Junqian. Sorry for keeping you waiting, envoys.”

The envoys weren't sure whether he was being sarcastic, because his smile was so gentle and kind.

This meant they didn't know Duke Fang. Xiao Qingyu immediately heard the hint of teasing.

Tianbin's minister Liu Cen stood out, “I'm Liu Cen, envoy from Tianbin, came on my king's order to make peace with Duke Fang.”

Duke Fang was intrigued, “Make peace?”

Liu Cen coughed, “Tianbin and Xiongye hope to sigh a non-aggressive friends.h.i.+p agreement with your country. We wish to forge a long-lasting friends.h.i.+p with Daqing. What do you think, Duke?”

Fang Junqian was convulsed with laughter! Afterwards, he calmed down and said in a sneering freezing sarcastic tone, “Give me a reason to cease fire. Tianbin and Xiongye have been plundering for hundreds of years, killing numerous Daqing people and committing countless crimes beyond description! Now, after this failure, you start to remember that you have a peace-loving innocent heart? Isn't it too ironic to request peace right now?”

The envoys blushed from shame.

“Our Bafang soldiers take the responsibility of the country's fame and risk their lives to fight in blood in the battlefield. Countless brothers died until we finally turn the situation over! Now, you wish a cease?” He sneered, eyes burning in flame, “Give me a reason why I should stop.”

Despite his cold sweats, Liu Cen remained a tough att.i.tude, “In fact, Duke, you exaggerated. Even if Tianbin and Xiongye armies were terribly damaged, Duke Fang's Bafang army is also too exhausted to fight further. Counterattack will be nothing but self-deception!”

“Oh yes?” Duke Fang laughed and said calmly, “Then, let's start fighting.”

“Wait!” Liu Cen's face was alternately red and pale, and his teeth rattled from gritting, “How can you stop and agree on peace?”

Fang Junqian was straightforward, “The retreat of the allied troops; a compensation of 200,000 taels of gold; cession of prefecture Gun, Huo and Liuye!”