I Can Control My Ancestors

But he still showed no fear, his cold eyes scanned the crowd, his voice as firm as metal: "I am a descendant of the Gu Clan!"

"If I perish here today, Goryeo—will surely fall!"

He absolutely cannot retreat!

Wang Song is a calculating old fox, able to sit solidly on the throne under such circumstances, showcasing the depth of his cunning.

If Gu Ming were to show even a hint of retreat now, it would arouse suspicion.

He must maintain his usual toughness.

No, he must be even more resolute than before.

Only then might he have a slender chance of success.

Gu Ming had long since disregarded his own life.

To him.

Even if he were to die, as long as he could resolve the current situation in Liaodong, it would be a net gain for the entire Great Song.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding guards indeed turned pale.

They were evidently somewhat afraid of the Gu Clan, but as guards, their duty still forced them not to retreat.

Gu Ming took a deep breath, without the slightest hesitation, he was about to swing his sword.

But just then, a shout suddenly rang out.

"—Stop!!"

A servant rushed out from the palace, with a trace of panic on his face, frowned at Gu Ming and then looked at those armored soldiers: "How dare you be disrespectful to the envoy of the Song?"

"Put away your weapons quickly!"

As he spoke, he looked at Gu Ming again, the sternness on his face instantly disappeared.

Instead, he showed an ingratiating smile, bowed, and said: "Young Master, why the need for this?"

"The King had already said you were disrespectful."

"Doing this..."

"Save your breath!" Gu Ming glared at the servant, "What is the King of Goryeo planning?"

"Does he want to see me?"

Looking at Gu Ming’s still determined eyes, the servant sighed helplessly, bowed even lower, and gestured invitingly: "Please, Young Master, come with me."

"Hmph!"

Gu Ming snorted coldly and strode forward.

The servant, without hesitation, followed beside him, whispering: "There’s no need for anger, Young Master, my King is also helpless!"

His voice was very humble, as was his expression.

"The Liao thieves are strong."

"These days they have repeatedly threatened our king...claiming that if he does not comply, they will destroy our Goryeo."

"As a monarch, our king truly does not want to see Goryeo ravaged."

—It’s still the same old story.

This servant, being Wang Song’s confidant, obviously had Wang Song’s instructions to appease Gu Ming.

This was also his usual tactic.

Never offending either side too much, always leaving room for retreat.

"Young Master."

"Our Goryeo really does not wish to be enemies with the Gu Clan."

"Why don’t you...return to the Song this time, discuss with Master Gu, and have the Great Song dispatch troops to help us drive out Liao?"

"If so...our Goryeo will certainly serve Master Gu with no complaints."

The more the servant spoke, the more earnest he became, until he almost seemed about to cry with grievance.

"Is that so?" Gu Ming abruptly stopped, gave the man a cold look, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

Instantly, the servant’s body trembled slightly, a nameless fear arose in his heart, and for a moment he even forgot to respond.

Gu Ming paid no heed to this and proceeded on.

The servant was stunned for a long time.

Seeing Gu Ming’s back, a vague chill became more obvious at that moment.

Moments later, a feeling of anger and shame surged.

He held an extraordinary position in Goryeo.

Even though he didn’t have a high official rank, just being favored by Wang Song was enough to make many people try to flatter him.

Now, seeing himself frightened by a mere youngster.

The sense of humiliation was imaginable.

"Hmph!"

"Someday I’ll get rid of you!"

He silently chanted to himself, then immediately restored his calm expression, swiftly catching up to Gu Ming: "Naturally, do not worry, Young Master, my King has always said that Goryeo and the Gu Clan are eternal friends."

"....."

The two proceeded onward.

The palace of Goryeo was indeed extraordinarily built, with armored soldiers all along the way.

Gu Ming kept a stern face, forcing himself to calm down.

But his body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

This was not out of fear.

Instead, it was because the belief of inevitable death affected his body, making it uncontrollably excited.

Moments later, he finally saw Wang Song.

Unlike yesterday.

Wang Song now was full of smiles, even showing some flattery, before Gu Ming even entered the hall, he stepped forward enthusiastically: "Why the anger, Young Master? Feel free to speak your mind."

He seemed to pay no attention to the sword at Gu Ming’s waist.

This act of wearing a sword onto the hall was actually a tradition from the Central Plains.

Since ancient times,

Kyushu in diplomatic occasions valued ritual, yet maintained authority.

Envoys carrying swords was not considered disrespectful, but rather a symbol of status and integrity.

Even though Confucians in later generations emphasized rituals, during the Qin and Han periods, scholars were often well-versed in the six arts, combining literary and martial skills, not as timid as later generations thought.

Scholars could uphold rituals and wield swords, standing by virtue and defending principles, a phenomenon stemming from ancient times.

Internally, there were established practices.

But externally—

This aspect never changed, especially with the Gu Clan.

"What’s the meaning of this, King of Goryeo."

"Yesterday you had soldiers take me away, and today you smile in welcome."

"Are you treating me like a child?"

"Thinking I am young and easy to deceive?"

Gu Ming’s expression didn’t change, nor did he show any sign of saluting, gazing straight at Wang Song like this.

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