There was no Spring Festival nor was there a New Year custom in the North. Thus, the diplomatic mission had already set out for Grand Jin long ago.
The emperor had been hiding this from Xiao Jinghan all this time because he wanted to catch him off guard.
"Then I'll set off tomorrow." Xiao Jinghan knew that the emperor was doing this on purpose.
"If you leave, how am I supposed to answer to the Northern Dipper's envoys?" The emperor was in a dilemma.
"There's no need to give them an explanation for their defeat. If they refuse to accept this, I can just fight them again." Xiao Jinghan calmly said.
When the emperor heard Xiao Jinghan's words, his head hurt. "It would be great if you could fight again. Where did the grain come from?" He said as he brought up a stack of papers, "Look, bandits, floods, locusts, earthquakes... They're all here to ask for help, what kind of help do I have? "
Xiao Qinghan just stood there without saying a word.