"Xilulu..."

Accompanied by the neighing of horses, a carriage slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Korean palace.

Seeing the appearance of the carriage, several Korean palace residents who had been waiting in front of the palace gate for a long time hurriedly ran to the front of the carriage.

Not long after, a figure slowly walked down from the carriage. The person who came was none other than Han Ye, the current Prime Minister of South Korea.

Since the last time he admonished Han Hou on the city wall, Han Ye has been living in seclusion for many days, and has rarely participated in Korean government affairs.

If Han Hou hadn't sent someone to the door this time, I'm afraid Han Ye wouldn't have even stepped out of his mansion.

Although he was staying at home in the name of recuperating, and he no longer had the troublesome government affairs in the past, the condition of Han Prime Minister Han Ye did not look good at the moment.

The tired face and the white spots on the temples were completely different from the high-spirited and high-spirited people in the past.

In just a short period of time, the Prime Minister of Han, who once assisted the Marquis of Han and took charge of state affairs, has aged a lot.

Seeing Han Ye whose vision was somewhat different from his own memory, the palace people waiting in front of the carriage were a little stunned.

He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not the Prime Minister Han Ye that he often saw, but just a stranger with a similar appearance.

Han Ye didn't pay attention to the look of astonishment on the palace man's face, but instead asked aloud.

"Where is your Majesty?"

Han Ye's questioning voice pulled the palace man out of his astonishment, and a bright smile quickly appeared on his face.

"Xiang Guo, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time." As he said this, the palace man took a half step forward very naturally and made an invitation.

Following the footsteps of this palace man, Han Ye passed through the walls of the Korean palace and finally came to a small pavilion.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has arrived."

"Please invite the Prime Minister to come in quickly."

"Here."

After a few words fell in his ears, Han Ye heard another set of footsteps approaching from far away, and the palace man who had returned had already stood in front of him again.

"Prime Minister, your Majesty has summoned you."

Without saying anything else, Han Ye just continued to follow the footsteps of the palace man and slowly came to the front of Han Hou Han Ruoshan.

"Your Majesty, Han Ye, pays homage to your Majesty."

Han Ye bowed to Han Ruoshan in front of him, but there was no response from him. When Han Ye slowly raised his head, what he saw in front of him made him stunned.

Perhaps it was because he and Han Ye were the only two people left in the small pavilion. At this moment, Han Ruoshan did not maintain the majesty of Han Hou in the past, and his depressed expression was clearly revealed on his face.

At this moment, Han Ruoshan was like a wounded and defeated beast, hiding in a small corner, licking his wounds alone with blood still flowing out.

After licking for an unknown amount of time, Han Ruoshan slowly moved his gaze upwards and looked at Han Ye standing in front of him.

Han Ruoshan's current state stunned Han Ye, and Han Ye's image at this moment also made Han Ruoshan a little at a loss.

The image of a middle-aged man with a haggard face in front of him was obviously incompatible with the majestic and heroic figure in his memory, which attracted the attention of others every time he appeared.

Regarding Han Ruoshan's performance at this moment, Han Ye, who had recovered from his stunned state, did not say much, but directly bowed and asked.

"Your Majesty summoned your ministers today. You must have something to ask, right?"

"well……"

A long sigh with deep helplessness came out of Han Ruoshan's mouth, and then his eyes looked straight at the figure in front of him that he once valued.

"It's a long story, Prime Minister, please take a seat."

When Han Ye sat down in front of him, he heard Han Ruoshan slowly appear with a deep voice: "Does the Prime Minister know that the Wei envoy arrived in Xinzheng yesterday..."

In the next period of time, Han Ruoshan told Han Ye in front of him in detail the situation of yesterday's mistaken meeting with the envoy of Wei and the three conditions proposed by Wei.

After saying that, Han Ruoshan fell into silence for a while, but Han Ye started to think.

After a few breaths, Han Ye turned his gaze forward, "If I guessed correctly, your Majesty must be worried about the third article proposed by Wei Guo, right?"

"To be fair to the Prime Minister, the reason why I hesitate is indeed because of the third clause."

Han Ruoshan did not hide anything from Han Ye and directly said what was in his heart.

"Although South Korea is not as powerful as Wei in terms of military power, South Korea is also one of the few powerful countries in the world."

"As the king of South Korea, how can I go to Anyi in person to meet with the Marquis of Wei who is also a vassal of South Korea?"

"Where does this condition of the Wei State place the dignity of this humble man, and where does it place the dignity of Korea?"

Listening to Han Ruoshan venting all his dissatisfaction, Han Ye couldn't help but have a few different thoughts in his heart.

The monarch and his ministers have been getting along for many years. Han Ye can naturally understand the anger in Han Ruoshan's chest at this moment, and he can also understand the thoughts in Han Hou's heart.

But understanding is understanding, but in Han Ye's opinion, South Korea or Han Ruoshan, the Marquis of Han, will agree to the conditions proposed by Wei State sooner or later.

Now South Korea's war situation on the southern front has completely failed. The tens of thousands of Wei army elites stationed outside the city are putting huge pressure on South Korea every minute.

When this pressure accumulates to a certain level, or when the Wei army really launches its posture to break through Xinzheng, Han Ruoshan, the Marquis of Han, will definitely find it difficult to resist.

In other words, because of the previous defeat in the Battle of Maling, South Korea had almost no conditions to reject this alliance proposed by Wei.

If there are any variables in this war...

Thinking of this, Han Ye couldn't help but look to the north, where there was still a large army confronting Wei along the Huishui River.

Although the number of Korean troops in this 80,000-strong army is only 30,000, this is undoubtedly South Korea's last hope for victory.

If this large army can defeat the 60,000 soldiers led by the Prime Minister of Wei, Duke Shucuo, then the entire war situation among Wei, Zhao, and Han may be completely changed.

Once this large army defeats Gongshu Cuo's 60,000 soldiers, it can march south with the power of victory to threaten Anyi, the capital of Wei State.

If that time really comes and the country changes, how can the 40,000 Wei troops outside Xinzheng sit idly by and ignore it?

Thinking of this, Han Ye's eyes fell on Han Ruoshan in front of him, and he could feel something from the other person's expression.

If it had not reached the point of irreversibility, it would be difficult for Han Ruoshan, the Marquis of Han, to agree to the conditions proposed by Wei.

Having seen this clearly, Han Ye did not say any words of admonishment, but directed his gaze to the north.

"In fact, it is not impossible for South Korea to win this war?"

Hearing these words, Han Ruoshan's eyes suddenly flashed with light, as if a person who was about to drown saw the hope of living.

With an impatient expression, Han Ruoshan quickly asked: "Please ask the Prime Minister to clear up my doubts."

"Have you forgotten that there is a large army confronting the Wei army just north of Huishui River?"

"yes!"

Hearing Han Ye's words, Han Ruoshan's face immediately showed some excitement, "If the northern army can win, we, South Korea, may turn defeat into victory."
Chapter completed!