“My mind is made up.” Han Qinhu didn’t say much, and he promptly took his seat with that.

Excellent…

Qin Ye licked his lips. The situation was slowly but surely turning in his favour. The dark clouds that were looming over Hell since the commencement of the imperial court meeting had already cleared up, and he could already see the rays of hope shining brightly over the lands. Three feudal lords didn’t count for much, but the recanting of their earlier position was still a cause for celebration.

After all, it was akin to securing himself three overseas trade routes at once, together with a windfall of tributary offerings every fifty years!

It even meant three additional sources of news and information for Hell, as well as the addition of three famous historical figures to Hell’s ranks of officials!

“Good. Hell will never mistreat those who remain loyal to it.” He smiled, “This is the first international trade conference ever since I’d taken over Hell’s reins, so there are quite a number of issues to be discussed on the agenda here. Why don’t we move on from this and delve right into the next issue?”

The agreement certainly wasn’t something to be signed right now.

What they would be inking at the end of this meeting was a document called a memorandum of understanding.

It contained the material intention and points of agreement that both factions had agreed to. That said, the actual agreement would only be finalized pursuant to the results of a legal tug-of-war from both sides, through which many subsidiary...