The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 800: Summoning (6)

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Summoning (6)

The people following him immediately drew their weapons in unison when they heard him.

Too many had come, and they were regular soldiers; many were unconvinced, yet they harbored concerns and temporarily ceased their assault. However, they did not lower the weapons in their hands, hesitantly looking at all the guards and soldiers.

"Everyone, put down what you’re holding and listen to my words," Alhatu said, relieved to see the conflict had finally stopped, "This prince knows you hate the Prince of the Northern Land, and as warriors of the North Country, this prince shares your sentiments."

"Stop with the sentimentality," someone shouted defiantly, and the guards immediately prepared to rush out and take the heckler away for punishment.

Alhatu raised his hand to stop the guards and then gently asked the shouting person, "What makes you think this prince is being sentimental?"

"Chu Suifeng’s woman is hidden in your Residence; why don’t you hand her over so everyone can vent their anger?" The enraged person questioned without hesitation, having lost their reason.

"Just because the wife of the Prince resides in this prince’s Residence, you all started a commotion?" Alhatu’s smile on his face turned cold, "I ask you, why should our warriors go to attack the Northern Land?"

This question was sharp, and the people started glancing at each other, with no one willing to be the first to speak.

"If you won’t speak, then I will," Alhatu grew increasingly passionate, "Our warriors went in large numbers to attack the Northern Land, all in the hopes that everyone could live a better life. Our North Country is vast yet scarcely populated, a harsh, cold place. Although everyone works hard, it’s very difficult to have enough food in winter. No matter how hard we work, it cannot compare with the prosperity of Daqin. If we had enough food, spacious houses to live in, warm clothes to wear, would we still be willing to pay with our lives?"

"And what does that have to do with Chu Suifeng’s woman?" someone demanded.

"Good question," Alhatu replied with a cold laugh, "The climate and conditions of the Northern Land are similar to ours in North Country, but now they’ve successfully grown rice, sugar beets, and wheat, and even made rational use of milk and wool, turning them into coveted goods among nations. Do you know whose merit this is?"

The people started whispering among themselves; Alhatu was right. If they could eat their fill and have houses, who would want to sell their lives?

"Could it be that the Second Prince wants to use this woman as a hostage, to make Chu Suifeng reveal his planting methods?" someone boldly guessed.

Alhatu burst into hearty laughter, "Well thought, but still not quite there. Chu Suifeng doesn’t know how to grow crops; all the methods were thought of by the very person in the Wang Residence you’re looking for."

At this revelation, the entire place fell silent.

"The fallen warriors gambled with their lives, hoping the living kin would have a better life. An opportunity has come before us North Country folk, do you wish to extinguish it? Remember, the living are always more important than the dead," Alhatu proclaimed loudly.

Indeed, living surpassed all else. Even though the people of North Country were a warlike nation, no one wanted to survive more. No one had anticipated that Alhatu had kept the Prince’s wife in the Residence for such a reason.

Some people’s "weapons" clattered to the ground.

"Leave the Wang Residence immediately, and this prince will not hold the past against you. Otherwise, even if you are being used by others, this prince will not be lenient. This prince absolutely will not allow some people with ulterior motives to ruin the happy lives of all our North Country folk," Alhatu seized the moment, his tone ringing with force.

The troublemakers looked at each other again.

"We hope the Second Prince keeps his word," a burly man stepped forward first, throwing away the kitchen knife in his hand in front of Alhatu, "We commoners hope to see the good days you speak of arrive soon."