The Dahua Empire had officially received a diplomatic note from the Great Tang Empire the afternoon of the next day. When the Minister of Rites, Jiang Run, saw the demands of the Great Tang Empire, his complexion immediately turned sour.
"How overbearing the Great Tang Empire is! It's normal for them not to meddle in our civil war, isn't it? How can they still seek twisted justifications to demand compensation?" He tossed the diplomatic letter onto the table, with no intention of presenting the damned thing to Zhao Kai.
What a joke, if Zhao Kai saw it, wouldn't he just explode in rage on the spot? For the sake of his own dignity, Jiang Run felt it was better to have a good talk with the ambassador of the Great Tang Empire first.
But as he was about to stand up, he sat back down after a second thought: he remembered those damned diplomats from the Great Tang Empire, and he could guess exactly with what attitude those bastards would speak to him.