"What conditions? Tell me."
Ji Wanrong crossed his arms over his chest and slowly stood up from the stretcher where he was sitting, his eyes as sharp as they should be during negotiation.
The Mongolian prince listened to her words and carefully showed a soft smile: "If you want Chen Hu to die, you can. Even if you want Chen Hu's whole family to die, I can do it..."
Ji Wanrong frowned and looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.
"As long as you associate with me, I will be willing to do anything for you... As your old saying in Beili often says, the work of a dog and a horse can be done for you."
Ji Wanrong:? ? ! ! ? ?
Her eyes suddenly opened wide, her little face was wrinkled, and the expression on her face was unpredictable.
Ji Wanrong even suspected that he heard wrongly: "What on earth are you talking about?"
"I am saying that I want to date you."
The smile on the Mongol prince's face widened, and he tried his best to look gentle.
"This is absolutely impossible! I am..."
Ji Wanrong categorically refused, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the Mongolian prince.
"Who are you? You have just divorced King Han. You are an unmarried woman of the right age. I am also unmarried! There is no woman around me. I have always been clean and self-sufficient. The king doesn’t look down on them at all.”
The Mongol prince's words made Ji Wanrong's mouth twitch violently.
Seeing that Ji Wanrong did not refute loudly, the Mongolian prince continued to follow the temptation: "Even if my mother is dead, I will choose one of jumping off a cliff or a building. I will definitely choose you. This is much better than King Han!"
Ji Wanrong was choked by him and found some truth in his words.
"A deal is a deal, don't involve emotions. Why did it suddenly come to this?"
Ji Wanrong took two steps back, put his arms in front of his chest, and stared at him in a defensive posture.
"What you said is absolutely impossible! Even if you told the emperor, the emperor of Beili would not agree."
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he just looked at Ji Wanrong with a smile: "Why didn't Emperor Beili agree? You didn't tell the emperor that Baiyao belongs to you."
He didn't use questions, but affirmations.
Ji Wanrong raised his head and saw something sharper than before in his slender eyes.
It's like an eagle's eyes.
The low voice of the Mongolian prince sounded in Ji Wanrong's ears again.
"As long as I give the emperor enough benefits, so that the emperor can fill the treasury, expand the army, and solve Beili's urgent needs, he will definitely agree. And I, the king, am willing to give everything for you, because you are really too powerful. Banyan tree.”
Ji Wanrong trembled all over, goosebumps fell all over the floor.
"I have heard that Master Jiuyun said that you are a lucky star, but this is illusory, but the things I gave him are all real."
Hearing the certainty in his tone, Ji Wanrong quickly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes like long arrows tempered with ice: "What do you mean by this? Do you want to force me to tell the emperor directly?"
"As long as I tell the emperor that I developed this white medicine, no matter how great the benefits you propose, the emperor will never marry me to you!"
Ji Wanrong's tone was very firm and his eyes were very clear.
The Mongolian prince smiled when he heard this. He looked at Ji Wanrong with more admiration in his eyes than before, and his tone was a bit indulgent.
"But you dare not say it. You will not tell the emperor that the white medicine is yours." He still used an affirmative sentence, as if he must have understood everything.
"If you tell me, the He Li Shu that you have worked so hard for will become a piece of waste paper. Emperor Beili will definitely tie you to Beili for Baiyao. Not only will he not allow you to marry me, , and will even force you and Mo Jiecheng to get back together, and force you to have children, so that you can ensure that you will wholeheartedly produce Baiyao for Beili."
The meaning of the Mongolian prince's words made Ji Wanrong shudder.
But what he said was right. Ji Wanrong had already thought of this, so he never mentioned telling the emperor that Baiyao was developed by her.
She gets the money from dividends every year, which is enough.
But the Mongolian prince was right in front of her, and Ji Wanrong did not dare to show any fear. She slowly backed away, and the Mongolian prince slowly stepped forward and approached her, but he did not dare to get too close.
He cupped his heart with his hands, and looked at Ji Wanrong with eyes full of adoring little stars.
"The vast sky of Mongolia doesn't have to be full of intrigues from the north, okay?"
Ji Wanrong was silent.
If given the chance, she would also like to go to Mongolia to experience the unique customs of the grasslands.
"My name is Battle, shall we get acquainted again? Rongrong."
The Mongolian prince seemed to be afraid that the walls had ears, and his voice was always low. After saying this, he raised his hand again and hung it in front of him.
Ji Wanrong looked down at him and took a few steps back slowly, without holding his hand.
This was the first time she saw Battle's unconcealed eyes, and she finally understood that his previous arrogance was all a disguise, and she could see it more clearly than anything else in private.
Even when he indulged Chen Hu, it was all so that Mo Jiecheng and King Duan could fight each other, and he could benefit from it. He took advantage of his time in the capital to observe secretly and know himself and the enemy.
The cry of Princess Duan came from far outside the camp. It must be that Princess Duan has found this place and wants to complain to the Mongolian prince.
Ji Wanrong slowly dropped his hand to his side, brushing against the Mongolian prince's hand hanging in front of him, but did not hold his hand.
"There is no need to get acquainted with you again. The Mongolian prince used threats. As a victim, I have no interest in getting acquainted with you again."
"As for this transaction, since the Mongolian prince does not agree, then let it be. I will protect my people no matter what means I use."
Ji Wanrong raised his chin slightly and looked at him with cold eyes, a bit threatening in his tone.
But when the Mongolian prince looked at Ji Wanrong's aggressive eyes, he felt even more excited.
He heard Princess Duan crying for permission outside the camp. He took back his hand hanging in front of him, covered it behind his back, and then laughed loudly.
"My king will not uphold justice for Princess Duan today. Letting Chen Hu stay in the military camp to vent his anger to the soldiers today will be considered a gift from my king."
