Mo Ze was shocked all over and turned around. Seeing Xiao Yichen and Shui Lingyue, he subconsciously got up from the bed, knelt in front of the two of them, and began to kowtow.

Xiao Yichen frowned slightly. Mo Ze was stupid.

Shui Lingyue said: "Prince Mo, you get up first. If you have anything to say, get up and say it."

Mo Ze stopped kowtowing and looked at Shui Lingyue and said, "My lady, don't call me the little prince again. Now the Xirong country is about to be destroyed and the family is destroyed. Where is the Xirong king? I just kowtowed to the emperor and the queen, just to ask for one more thing for the people of the Xirong country."

Xiao Yichen and Shui Lingyue looked at each other. Xiao Yichen looked at Mo Ze and asked, "What do you want to ask us?"

Mo Ze said: "I hope that the emperor can save the people of the Xirong Kingdom and save them from the suffering of war. I am willing to represent the Xirong and surrender to the Northern Qi."

Both of them were a little surprised when they heard this. They thought he would say that they would avenge Mo Shi.

Shui Lingyue looked at Mo Ze and asked, "Chu Yi forced your Uncle Mo to death. Don't you want to avenge him?"

Mo Ze was slightly stunned when he heard this and said, "When will the revenge be repaid? He has done all his bad things. God will always arrange a way for him. I just want to do my last effort to fight for some peace for the people of the Western Rong Kingdom."

After Mo Ze finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Yichen with great sincerity, hoping to get his reply.

However, Xiao Yichen did not say a word, which made him feel a little nervous.

Mo Ze hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Actually, I am not the son of King Xirong, my father, my uncle Mo Shi. This is what he told me before he died. I am not the son of King Xirong, but I have been treated as the son of King Xirong for so many years. I should always do something for the Western Rong.

The Xirong is located in the northwest, and the people have a hard time every year. If they can submit to the Northern Qi Dynasty, I believe that with the outstanding talents of the emperor and the empress, the people of the Xirong will definitely be able to live a better life than they are now."

Moze paused and said, "Although I am not the son of King Xirong, I still have this identity now. If I come forward and surrender to Northern Qi, the emperor and the empress can also reduce a lot of trouble."

Xiao Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly. Mo Ze was quite stupid, but it seemed that he didn't have enough chips to let his soldiers from Northern Qi take back the territory for the Western Rong Kingdom.

Seeing Xiao Yichen silent, Mo Ze hurriedly said, "As my King of Xirong, I can still summon tens of thousands of Xirong troops back to Beijing. Xirong's own territory should naturally be protected by himself."

Xiao Yichen looked at his sincere look and nodded slowly.

Mo Ze thought for a while and said, "Although our Xirong has a large land and few people, because the weather is bad all year round, the land has not had a good harvest every year. Seeing that winter is coming again, the people of our Xirong are afraid that there is no food to spend the winter. I wonder if we can ask the emperor to transfer a batch of food from Northern Qi to help the people. On the one hand, it can relieve the suffering of the people, and on the other hand, it can also make them less disgusted with the matter of surrendering."

Xiao Yichen felt that this idea was fine, but it would be a lot less war with just some food. Moreover, after surrendering, the people of the Western Rong were considered people of the Northern Qi Dynasty, so it was no big deal to allocate some food to provide disaster relief.

Xiao Yichen agreed and said, "I can promise you this, and bring a batch of grain here first."
Chapter completed!