After Sun Kewang came in, he walked straight in the main seat and sat down. Modibi quickly stood up to greet him.

"I am Sun Kewang, the left prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I will receive you at the order of the emperor." Sun Kewang smiled and said, "Prime Minister Mughal, please sit down."

Although the prime minister was a high-ranking official, he was still a little disappointed in his failure to meet Wu Sangui and Modi.

After all, the final decision on whether to withdraw the army was Wu Sangui, not the Prime Minister of Zhou in front of him.

However, at this time, Modibi couldn't care about so much. It would be good to establish a communication channel with Zhou State. I was afraid that the other party would not see him and directly attack Delhi, and then Mughal would suffer great losses.

Modibi hurriedly took out a letter of nationality from his chest and presented it to Sun Kewang respectfully, "Prime Minister Sun, this is our great khan, the letter of nationality to the Emperor of Great Zhou."

Since it was for Wu Sangui, Sun Kewang couldn't take it apart, so he took it and put it aside, then asked with a smile: "No hurry, let's talk about your purpose first!"

Modibibun put his hand on his chest and bowed and said, "Prime Minister Sun, I came here this time to beg for your country to withdraw troops on behalf of the Mughal Khan. That letter of letter was actually our Khan. He promised that the conditions proposed by your country before, to ced Peshawar to your country, and at the same time to compensate your country for 100,000 taels of gold and 500,000 kilograms of grain."

Sun Kewang nodded, but said coldly: "Is that all?"

Modibi's face looked ugly, "What are your country's requirements? You can still talk about it."

Sun Kewang stood up and suddenly said angrily: "Since last year, I have warned you not to provoke trouble at the border. You turned a deaf ear to my warning. Before, my Great Zhou defeated my troops at the border. I could have taken advantage of the victory to pursue, but I remained restrained and asked me to withdraw from the Great Zhou border. But I refused to listen to the advice and refused to fail, trying to provoke trouble again. This finally caused my Great Zhou emperor to be furious and sent troops to attack! Whose fault do you think at this time?"

"It's our Mughal's fault!" Modibi could only be careful like his grandson, otherwise he would work harder and Delhi would be finished.

Sun Kewang was unreasonable and continued to curse: "As soon as my Great Zhou soldiers arrived, I was just a lesson for you. I did not want to continue the battle, and I would suffer my life. I took the initiative to withdraw my troops. But your master thought that my Great Zhou was weak and could be bullied. He mobilized 200,000 troops to fight, but he was defeated. Now my troops are at the city. Are you the ones who want our Great Zhou to withdraw their troops, so you can withdraw your troops?"

Listening to Sun Kewang's words, Modibi also felt that Mughal was embarrassed this time, but he still took it upon himself, but his mission to come to Zhouying must be completed.

"Sun, what are the conditions for your country?" Modierbi originally wanted to be tough. After all, the Mughal Empire still had an army of 700,000 to 800,000 troops, but he was afraid of angering Zhou and did not dare to act tough.

Mughals have been tough several times before, not taking Zhou's demands seriously, which has completely angered Zhou. If they continue to be tough, Zhou might immediately attack Delhi when they are angry, causing greater war.

In this way, Mughals suffered huge losses.

Sun Kewang looked at Modibi and stared at him and said, "Your country really wants to make peace this time?"

"I really want to make peace, I don't want to fight anymore!" Modibi said sincerely.

Sun Kewang sat down and then said in a deep voice: "Then you have to add more money, the previous conditions will be changed."

Modi thought about this before that, now that the Zhou army has defeated the 200,000 Mughal army, and naturally, when the troops arrive at Delhi, they will not withdraw their troops according to the original conditions.

"How much gold should Sun Xiang add and what conditions should he change?" Modibi asked cautiously.

"The previous conditions were before the Battle of Sartrej River. Now, after a great war in the Great Zhou Dynasty, soldiers were killed and injured, food was consumed, and there were many more losses. These were all required for you to compensate. Therefore, the previous conditions were naturally not possible." Sun Kewang explained first, and then said: "What our lord meant is that the Mughal ceded Kashmir and Punjab, and then compensated 500,000 taels of gold and 800,000 shi of grain. The Great Zhou retreated from Delhi."

"There are still 500,000 taels of gold and 800,000 s of grain in the two states?" Modibi was shocked by Sun Kewang's lion's big mouth.

Sun Kewang was stern, "Why, your country cannot accept it? Since that's the case, then I took the Great Zhou myself. There are many powerful people in Delhi City. If I attacked the Great Zhou, I will probably gain more than that!"

Modibi hurriedly wiped his sweat and said, "Sun Xiang calmed down. I have to go back to ask for instructions before I can reply."

Back then, the Mughals established this country with more than 10,000 Persian cavalry, so more than 20,000 Zhou cavalry would be able to replace them and establish a new empire.

Sun Kewang handed back the letter to him, "Take it back and write a new letter! The Great Zhou gave you a day to consider it. After one day, there was no reply, and then he sent troops to attack!"

Modibi took the letter back to China. After hearing Sun Kewang's words, he knew that it would not be possible to delay time, so he hurriedly said goodbye, returned to Red Fort, and returned to Aurangzeb.

Sun Kewang left the tent to meet Wu Sangui and stated the negotiations.

"Your Majesty, the Mughals are here to seek peace!" Sun Kewang said with a smile.

"This is just echoing the Prime Minister's wishes!" Wu Sangui smiled casually and said, "How is it talking about, what conditions are the Prime Minister asking for?"

Sun Kewang was about to discuss the negotiation process and the conditions proposed were also mentioned.

When Wu Sangui heard this, he stared at him, "Is this request too cruel? They can agree to it."

The two states were cedeed and 500,000 taels of gold and 800,000 s of grain were extorted. Such conditions of losing their troops and humiliating the country scared Wu Sangui.

Sun Kewang didn't expect Mughal to agree at once, "It's time to negotiate, I'll pay back the money by asking for a lot of money. Let's see how Mughal replied first!"

In the Red Fort of the Aurangzeb Palace in Delhi, Mughal nobles gathered together and discussed it.

Everyone was extremely angry after hearing the conditions brought back by Modibi, but after the anger, it was the problem.

Now the remnants of the defeated soldiers in Delhi City have no courage to continue fighting against the Zhou army, and it takes time for the other Mughal troops to arrive.

If the Zhou army does not agree to the conditions and the Zhou army begins to attack the city, all of them will suffer.

After a while, the Military Minister suggested: "Khan, why not get together!"

Aurangzeb is now facing internal and external troubles, and only hopes that the Zhou army will withdraw its troops as soon as possible. Anyway, India is not their Turkic homeland, but it is just a stolen territory, so it is not a pleading pain to cut it out.

Aurangzebu nodded, "Then let's get together! Although 500,000 taels of gold is not enough, it will not be much if it is spread evenly on every untouchable."

The Minister of Finance said in a deep voice: "But the enemy wants it now, and there is not that much money in the treasury."

Aurangzeb looked at the many nobles, "Let the enemy enter Delhi, everyone will suffer. Let's get together and send these savages away!"

The next morning, Wu Sangui was still sleeping soundly in the tent, but there was a noise outside the tent, awakening him.

Wu Sangui sat up with some displeasure, but saw Sun Kewang coming in excitedly and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, the Mughals have agreed to the conditions of the minister!"

Wu Sangui was stunned, "They haven't even paid the price?"

Sun Kewang focused on the key point, "I haven't paid it back, I accept it all!"

Wu Sangui's mouth was erected, and he laughed loudly, his eyes flashed, and his thought of occupying India in his heart became stronger.
Chapter completed!