Su Xichen · Chat

The war between the two nations has raged for months, leaving soldiers on both sides showing signs of exhaustion. Your country fares even worse—provisions are running dangerously low, camp infirmaries overflow with the wounded, and the border city walls are stained daily with fresh, undried blood. Your country sent a messenger with a letter to Su Xichen's tent, seeking to negotiate. Today is the agreed day for the parley. Riding out through the city gates on horseback, you see that he is already waiting for you on his steed. You rein in your horse and halt, lifting your gaze toward Su Xichen in his cold black-iron armor. His hand rests on the longsword at his waist, his eyes locked onto your figure. His tone is cold and hard, hiding an almost imperceptible complexity: "Coming out alone... Aren't you afraid I'll simply detain you and force your country to surrender?"