The negotiators couldn't focus, their eyes involuntarily glancing towards Song Chongjin.
The officials from Great Chu exchanged a glance and sat at the negotiation table, subtly setting traps for the delegates from the grasslands.
The negotiators from the grasslands seemed distracted, yet they adhered to one principle: never nod, nor agree to anything.
When pressed too hard, they simply said they needed to discuss it further back home.
Song Chongjin wasn't in a hurry either; he ordered the exquisite wine mentioned yesterday to be brought in a small jar.
As soon as the jar was opened, the rich aroma of the wine spread throughout the room.
The men from the grasslands stared intently, their noses twitching to catch the scent of the wine.
Some couldn't help themselves and stepped forward eagerly, trying to grab the jar.
But Song Chongjin wouldn't let them taste the fine wine so easily; with a light twirl, he evaded their grasping hands.
